Quick Tuesday Tale as we're off out for the day :)
We watched a DVD the other evening (Bank Holiday TV equals rubbish as usual so we'd reverted to DVDs), and once it finished I turned to Len and said 'Ah, those Apple Pie movies do always make me laugh'. I know, slip of the tongue, and it amused himself immensely - American Pie!
Pretty easy to make in the days of beds with blankets and sheets, just by folding the top sheet in half and up and over the blankets so it looked innocent - and lethal. One bedtime, in my first school term, Matron came round chivvying us youngsters to 'Get into bed now'. Dutifully we hopped into our beds and I'd been 'got'! Only it was even worse than that - in my haste to obey Matron I'd really dived into bed with some force and put one foot right through the folded sheet, which gave out a muffled ripping sound!
The light was clicked off by Matron and cautiously I wriggled out of bed and inspected the damage - oh no, a perfect tear about 12-18 inches wide across the sheet :( And there was potentially a load of trouble ahead, both from those in charge if it was found out, but also from the pranksters if they came under suspicion. They were two really quite vicious little bullies in their own way - 'Hellooooo Pat and Bridget, I wonder where you are now?'.
Anyhow, as it was the top sheet that had been ripped (apple pie bed makers will know the technique) - all I had to do was to lie perfectly still each night in case the tear got worse and make sure that under no circumstances were the hospital corners anything but perfect each morning (so that the bed wasn't stripped by Matron in her daily inspection). Oh, the bed had been properly remade by the way - just in case you think I was lying curled up into a ball each night :)
Each Wednesday was laundry day and it seemed to take forever to come round that week. The ritual was that we were given one clean sheet and a clean pillowcase - then we handed the existing bottom sheet and our pillowcase in for laundering whilst remaking the bed with the old top sheet on the bottom and the fresh sheet on the top. Needless to say, I carefully folded the torn top sheet and handed that in and didn't do the 'top to bottom' switch. But it sure had been an anxious week - the little monsters, and that's a polite description :(
Of course, the plain white bed linen was just generally distributed after laundering so the culprit(s) and the victim couldn't be traced - phew! And it wouldn't have been spotted until the ironing process at the laundry anyhow.
Neither Pat nor Bridget have been traced in our searches for old school chums - shame really as there are a few pranks I'd like to remind them about. I expect my pal Moira will be right there with me .............. helping to pin them against the wall :)