Sunday, November 2, 2014

INSIDE QUEEN’S BEDCHAMBER : RAPTURE OR RUPTURE?

 World  Exclusive mitt  fractured  flickers

After saving  thousands of  Australian   birds over several decades , a German wildlife  carer  , only identified  as the Queen of the Jungle , had to  go into hospital  in Townsville  for a much needed operation on  her  knee and  a large  dose of royal jelly .  As  part of her  recovery, which will involve physiotherapy, she was informed  that  her king- sized  waterbed   would  have  to  be  replaced  with one  that would  be  more conducive to throwing  her  leg out  of  bed  when  she  comes home  .
 
With the Queen in hospital , three of  her  serfs ,one of them mechanically minded  and well equipped with power tools, who could easily  build  a castle  drawbridge if  given  a  royal command ,  gathered at  the  royal  residence . The main task, of course, was to  drain  the water out of the Australian built bladder , the contents  having   fomented like an  amoeba   for  three decades. The   mechanically  minded  one , Ron, came armed with a long length of flexible hose  which was to be attached to the  waterbed  plug, the water then ,in theory, would  run freely out through the  louvres  from whence the flyscreen had been removed . Problem  . Not only was the plug  on top hard to unscrew , the hose was obviously much bigger  than it should be and  could not be inserted inside .
 
Unable to tug his forelock  due to lack of hair on top, but plenty below,  noted Asian bamboo flute player ,  Mike ,   whose quick  thinking  helped  prevent  a biblical  flood in  North  Queensland .
 Another humble   bedchamber attendant ,  Mike , bent  down  to read the tiny printed instructions at  the  foot of  the bed and felt a painful twinge in a knee on which he  had  had a  cartilage   operation. The stiff plug   was  removed , but it  was soon realised that the bed  had been overfilled, contrary to instructions , and   the  contents started  to well up and run onto  the floor.  The rotten  plug would not  fit  back in to stop the flow . Towels  were grabbed . Cyclop’s eye watering,  he dashed outside and  got a length of wire  which  was  inserted down  the  plug hole  and hooked under  the bladder  top and  lifted, causing  the flow to cease.  Phew !!!   He felt like a certain  famous  little  Dutch  boy who prevented a disaster.   
 
With at  least two  Syd Harbs  content of  water , the Queen’s bedroom could have been turned into a White Pointer shark tank .  Ron  had  sprinted  away  and  came back with   an ordinary  hose  to  poke  inside.  A man of extreme bravery ,he then sucked on the end of  the hose  to get  the  water running .     However , Cyclops was  still standing  there  pulling  on the  wire hook, as  the water insisted on running   out  again  through the bung   hole if  the wire  was  lowered .  More  intelligent than he , Mike  said he had a bright idea, dashed away  and came back with a length of bamboo ,   which was   run from  a nearby   windowsill to the  bed frame and  the  piece of  wire  wrapped about it   to take the strain off  Cyclops  , standing  there  like  a hunched  Atlas  . 
 
Bamboo support,
jockstraps later.
There  was a     good  flow of water but it was obvious that it would take many hours to drain the contents.    The  bed  was  left  for  the  tide  to go  out  and the  three  departed .   Some   hours  later , it was  still running  but the   waterbed  had  not deflated by  much .

Cyclops  went back  an hour or so  later   to check and  was greeted with    a  dramatic  scene  like   the stranding  of  a   minke  whale. Somehow ,in  a herculean effort, Ron, on his own,   had  rolled the waterbed  back from the head  down into a mountain of  brown  blubber near   the   foot  of  the  frame,which refused  to budge  .  He  was  grunting  and  groaning , his face blood-red . Joining  in  the  wrestle , Cyclops muttered  rude remarks about royalty in general, the Germanic brand in particular , said  he could feel a    double hernia coming on , and told Ron, who recently  nearly  died in hospital, to  take  things  easy . The monstrous , heavy bladder  was  man-handled  out of the wooden frame , dragged out  of the bedchamber  across the floor to the back door and  pushed  outside, still  weighing  a  ton , still  spewing  water .

Ron triumphant over  bladder ,
declared Lord Chamberlain.  
 The following  day, Cyclops and  Mike  returned and  the  crumpled  bladder  was  still  discharging  a  slow stream . Ron  had gone into Townsville with his bicycle to participate in an annual cyclone education  event . After all the heaving  of the waterbed the day before , it was  a wonder that he could sit  on the  bicycle's  seat without feeling a twinge of pain  in the nether region. 
 
Pulled  about  to increase flow , the unwieldy waterbed  still  seemed  inexplicably    heavy . As mentioned , Mike  is  more intelligent and logical –lets face it , anybody who  keeps several lengths of  bamboo   handy   for  assorted  emergencies  has  to be a lateral thinker, or a Greenie. Why wasn’t the water  flowing out  faster, he asked, and bravely  thrust an  exploratory digit   in  the bung hole .  
 
There seemed  to  be  some cloth blocking  the outflow , was  his  verdict  .  Cyclops , a bit wary about sticking his finger  into   apertures , especially in death adder territory , inserted an  index . And yes , there  was  a large  white  apparent  blockage .  Searching  through the  Queen’s cutlery  ,  a sharp knife  -Wilkinson Sword - was   found and  plunged  into  the  very heart of  the  man- killing  waterbed  bladder. The subsequent autopsy revealed two large,  white baffles, designed to prevent  water from  pounding  against  the  sides of  the  waterbed, all  laden  with   water. 
 
  Yanked  out  by hand , they  were  heavy , and left  to drain and  dry out  in the sun . Then the new mattress was  inserted; in the process , Cyclops scraped his hand on  the frame and  claret that ran out  , due to blood thinning   medication, narrowly missed spilling  onto the  white  cover . The  bed was  made up with the help of a chamber maid , ready for the return of  her majesty . 
 
Basket squatter.

While the final touches were being made to the boudoir  , one of Queen’s  bird friends , a Blue-winged Kookaburra, flew into the verandah  and   squatted  on  a basket  of  washing  which   had   been  done  for  the  shuffling  monarch . It posed for photographs  and refused   to budge , even when the basket was  tipped . Eventually   it  took flight. 

 

Each day we post a hospital bulletin with information  about the Queen’s  condition  for the   40 or more  Curlews  who  gather at her  gate  along with  vast numbers of  Lorikeets, bands of Cockatoos , assorted Plovers ,Crows, Galahs, Friar Birds  . Loyal Curlews  are  shown below  waiting  for  the  latest  bulletin .  

 
Another serf , Stuart ,  was  given the great honour and immense responsibility  to  feed the birds , morning and afternoon , during the Queen's incapacitation and  will undoubtedly be  made   an Earl,  Duke  or  Keeper of  the  Royal Swans on  her  return. Often  he is seen drinking  coffee near a  liquor shop and says he would not  mind  being  made  Keeper of  the   Cinque  Ports (wink, wink ).
 
 
Number  3 chamber  maid  , in the country on a  457 Visa  ,  trying out  the gut- busting  Queen's new  mattress . 

FOOTNOTE : The large white  baffles were placed near  wheelie  bins to  be  taken to the dump. A woman out walking  her  dog, Bruce , spotted  the baffles and  asked if she could have them  as  she works in antique glass, presumably  leadlights  , and  the material  would  be ideal  for  wrapping.  Ron delivered them  in  his  ute .