For she's a jolly good driver!

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Copyright © 2018, Michael M Wayman

I got out of the shower and a young man came towards me. “Hello Jollity! I’m Jimmie.” he said and grabbed a towel and dried me all over. “I’ve hired a bus and have come to take you all home.”

“How do you know my name? What else do you know about me?”

“Trace told me. That and that the girls had kidnapped you. Trace said that you would tell us about yourself when you were ready.” He dried Jolly and washed Enrica. “I’ve got a tee-shirt with your name on it for you.”

“Follow me!” We all marched behind Jimmie down the back stairs of the hotel to a large hall.

A man in a suit came towards us. “Welcome to the Scarpedale Mountain Hotel, I’m the manager and this is our party and celebration hall exclusively for your breakfast. Exclusive means no media people – we have some experience with celebrities.”

“I have some good news for you. The driver of the truck is doing well, unfortunately two cracked ribs, but he will be going home later today. The sun is shining, the view over the mountains is as good as it always is. Jimmie has arranged for a bus to take you home, you can see it through the windows, and all your luggage has been transferred from the Wonder Bus.”

“Enjoy your breakfast!” We did.

I could see Jimmie talking very quietly and earnestly with Mo. He stood up abruptly and shouted STAND, the girls stood up and sang:

For she's a jolly good driver, for she's a jolly good Mo For she's a jolly good Motor-Mo (pause), and so say all of us And so say all of us, and so say all of us

We all ran over to Mo and hugged her.