Twelfth Night Ball

She was not meek and mild, but she loved Paul.

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Copyright © 2015, Michael M Wayman

It was the evening of the 5th January, PLUMSOC was holding its Twelfth Night Ball. If you were a plumber in Thisstown then PLUMSOC was the centre of your life and this night was the highlight of the year – a chance to wear your best, enjoy the food and drink, dance and maybe read a funny poem or sing a song or dance a jig – home-made entertainment was in.

Wives and girlfriends were also invited. She dressed up in her finest dancing costume and Paul in his best suit, his only suit, a present from his mother. She knew that it was important for Paul, so best behaviour.

Everybody was having a good time, only one problem, that guy who worked at the same place as Paul, a real pain. Paul was meek and mild, maybe that's why he was bullied. She was not meek and mild, but she loved Paul.

The bully had drunk too much, his wife had lost control of him, he took the piss out of Paul, why was he sitting at the same table. It was so funny that Paul had brought his little sister with him and that she had to sit on his lap. She heard nothing, but could feel Paul's anger, but this was not the pub, she waited.

When she was away from the table Paul suddenly stood and rounded the table to face the bully – big trouble. The bully stood, but was unsteady on his feet, he fell back in his chair...

The lights faded and a spotlight focussed on the other end of the hall – a man in fancy dress stood and recited a humorous poem – not many saw the bully stagger out helped by his long-suffering wife.


Everybody stood and clapped – the President of PLUMSOC banged a length of old lead piping on the table and announced that everybody had to dance – the band played. Dancing with Paul was so good – she let him know that she was pleased with him – she did not always have to be beside him to fight his battles – he felt stronger and happier.


Paul asked the band to play Jingle Bells, Clementine is going to dance, she cannot hear, so take your timing from her.

Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh

She skipped onto the stage, waved her arms to the beat, curtsied to everyone on the left and again to those on the right – everyone knows the words to the chorus. They sang and she danced and somersaulted and pirouetted and cart-wheeled around the stage.

Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh

They were happy, she was happy, he was happy.