in the Middle Ages oor Kornies
in the Middle Ages
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in the Middle Ages
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As you enter North Street you will see the Manor House of Tewington (1700), home of one of the most important landowners of the Parish in the Middle Ages.
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David stepped towards me and gently lifted the cat from my grip. The cat instantly calmed down. The fucking thing started purring as he held it! Another of the zombies came forward and seemingly begged David to pass it over. “Gween”? Was this a word? Was this the cat’s name? Can’t say – I never did hear a zombie, any zombie, utter another syllable – at that time. I was having trouble getting my head around the situation: I was in a fetid den with a bunch of zombies – many of whom had, no doubt, recently slaughtered and eaten their fellow students – and now they were fussing over this rotten cat just like so many old women! The Catholic church almost exterminated the domestic cat in Europe during the Middle Ages – on the basis that it was the servant of the Devil or some such. What a load of superstitious nonsense, eh? Eh? Despite the coolness of our welcome, David seemed intent on spending the night among his fellows – and amid the rank, decaying filth that lay all about. “Nice little place you got here, Fellas,” I said. “I like the way you’ve decorated it.” No response. Zombies apparently have no sense of irony. But I knew I would be safe there – and nowhere else but where David was. So, I stayed. But I didn’t actually get any sleep. You might think I was nervous about one of my co-residents suddenly requiring a midnight snack. But no! I was now quite certain that David’s presence protected me absolutely from zombie attack. What kept me awake was that friggin’ tortoiseshell cat. It parked itself in the opposite corner of the room and kept me under constant observation. I could see its wide green eyes glowing in the dark. Whenever I chanced to close my own eyes, it was on the move, creeping ever closer to me. When I opened them again, it retreated. “This is ridiculous,” I thought. “It’s just a little pussy cat. You need some sleep, Pete.”
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Now, this was a surprise. After a minute or two, David also saw what I had seen. He grunted and pulled me toward the door of the solicitors’ office and then, in his eagerness to enter, released his grip. He pushed open the glass door, ringing a bell, and entered. I followed. He immediately sat down among the solicitors’ clients. They were all zombies, too. What on Earth were they waiting for? The reception desk was unmanned but there was the usual stench of death in the office. So, I looked over the counter. On the floor, lay the rotting remains of a young, female receptionist. She’d been lying there for some days. I left David to have some conviviality with his new-found mates and walked through a small gate and into the main office. First door to the right, on the floor lay another young female employee – a solicitor, a personal assistant? Don’t know. She was in worse shape than the receptionist. I paused briefly – to vomit – but continued my search. Two more rotting female corpses, found in the toilets. Trapped and killed there, it seemed. This was a distressing waste of time, I thought. I turned to go back to the reception area. “Can I help you?” It was the voice of a cheerful, middle-aged man who had emerged from an office at the rear of the building. I turned again and faced him. “You’re alive! How did you manage it?” I stammered. He looked puzzled. “What do you mean?” he said. “Well, I mean the apocalypse, of course.” I replied. “Your waiting room is full of them, the zombies.” “I’m sorry, young man. But that is no way to talk about my valued clients.”
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