Granny’s false teeth.

Due to the cyclone coming in from Mozambique, we were without electricity for two days. So there we were with our candle holders creeping round the house at night frightening each other to death. With the rain came the howling wind and as doors banged and windows clanged we settled down for an early night. Due to the lights going out at night candles and candle holders had to be found in the dark. So we had a cross section from saucers to elaborate candelabra and Granny had hers in plastic pill boxes. Granny being an avid reader was surrounded by an array of candles and looked like the Virgin Mary in a Catholic Convent. The gorgeous Kate was extremely concerned and kept on reminding Granny Beryl to put them out unless she fell asleep. We all settled down for the night. 

An hour or two later something made Patrick get up, as he felt his way blindly towards the loo, as we could not find the matches or the candles he noticed flames from Granny Beryl’s bedroom. He dashed in screaming for water. I leapt out of bed and picked up the waste paper basket which incidentally was made out of grass and rushed for the bathroom. Fortunately, Pat had already doused the flames with a glass of water that Granny usually put her false teeth in. Granny had woken up screaming as the flying water hit her in the face, her candle had fallen burnt her book which she had been reading which set her tablecloth alight and the flames were minutes from burning her curlers. As I cleaned up the charred remains of the book and brushed down the ash on the coffee table there was a glutinous, sticky, plastic mass still smouldering. Granny, I whispered where are your false teeth! Like a forensic detective I prodded the mass with the tip of a pen while Katie breathed heavily over my shoulder. Mum, I think it is Gran's teeth. Poor Granny B began to cry I won't be able to go out anymore she sobbed. After a thorough investigation by candlelight I reassured Gran, no it’s not your teeth its the remains of the plastic pillbox. Gran felt under her pillow and with a triumphant cry found her false teeth. 

The moral of this story always remember to blow out your candle. 

Mandy
Bvumba
Zimbabwe