Get It Straight, Or Say Good Night

Help!- He left her Lying There

Jolly ole London

Louise clung to the wall as she swayed. The bathroom was so very far away and she needed it now, not in three steps.

A few days ago it started, they'd been to the little Indian restaurant as a homecoming treat after the holiday, George had gushed about the new menu and now all this.
Louise hadn't eaten since, she looked like death to tell the truth and had hardly raised her head off the pillow but for rushing to the loo to throw up virtually nothing.

"Any better?" John sat on the bed and watched Louise walk back in, they had a car coming in under an hour and Louise was supposed to be in it with him. Lou sent him a chilly glance and held her stomach.

"Why is it George never gets ill and I do. You didn't either" Louise lay back down as Dot the housekeeper aka Lou's saviour, bustled in with a damp face washer and piece of toast. Lou took the proffered washer but waved the toast away Lou sighed thanking Dot as she hurried back out of the room.

Dot was kind, gentle and very experienced at child minding or being a nanny as it was referred nowadays. She wasn't an old stick in the mud either, she had two twenty-five-year-old sons and a daughter of nearly nineteen and a bonus was she enjoyed the boys' music. Also she gave John as good as she got and wormed her way into Lou's heart with her obvious love and affection for young Evie.

"George has an iron gut and I ate the chicken, you, my dear, ate the lamb" Settling down beside Louise John carefully wrapped her to him "You need to eat and we have to get you dressed for the trip" He said it but by the looks of her, she wasn't going anywhere in a hurry and most certainly not a overseas flight to Barbados.

"John.........."

"I know, just a shame, it is. You missed seeing us larking about in A Hard Nights Day and now you'll miss this next pile of shite they call a film" John frowned, Lou sighed and the Beatles car honked.

"Go.... I can catch a later flight, when I feel better" Feeling about for a dressing gown that was somewhere near the end of the bed, John came to her aid and slipped it over her shoulders "Come on, I'll see you off" Lou stood and wandered somewhat deliriously through to the front door. "Behave"

"I'll be an angel"

"Angel of Satan no doubt" Lou smiled a little sadly as she got a peck on her cheek.

"Ye of little faith"

"Surprise me"

"Oh I will, when you come over I'll be at the airport with chocolates and champagne"

"Don't talk about food or booze"

"Oh yea, sorry luv" The car honked once more and John dashed back inside to give Evie one more cuddle and kiss. One more for Lou and he was skittling off toward the car. Yelling out "Remember, you promised, see you in a few yea?!"

"A few! Byeeee" Waving all the while she could see the car, Lou stepped back inside when she could stand no more.

Days later- Meanwhile In The Bahamas .................

"How'd you manage that then?"

"What"

"Bach-ing ya nob" Paul sighed happily as he leaned back in the sand on his elbows, this movie caper was bloody brill, the sky was blue, sea was warm and these drinks- "What's the name of this brew again?"

"I don't know. It's right girly I know that. Got blue and red stuff in the bottom and vodka, gin, rum, maybe a dram of whisky. That'll make you barf, that will"

"Oh no I'm certain it won't, I have a stomach for these things"

"What- girl drinks - you would"

"Stop it with the meanness would you John"

"Why, will you cry?"

"No"

"Drink up I want go find Neil and see if he's found the rest of the stash" John flicked some sand on Paul and stood, brushing off his legs. "How can you lose hooter in one suitcase?"

"Last time it was in his shoe for three weeks, he never gets tinea now"

"See it is medicinal" John grinned at the revelation and jogged up the beach making Paul jog and slurp his drink after him.

"Wait up I'm spilling it!"

"Scull it down mate, I'm not waltzing down the sand with you sipping daintily from a pretty girly glass"

Ignoring Johns barb Paul prodded "When's Lou coming along then?" Paul had thought John's bachelor Bahamas time was his own doing, that John had escaped. It came as a complete surprise when he found John attached to the telly-phone for two hours every night since leaving the UK.
Was quite sweet really, not that he would utter that little tid-bit to the caustic Lennon.

"Oh, she's much better, should be here Wednesday all going well"

John stood with a hand over his eyes holding the suns rays at bay. He gazed up at a seagull that was hanging about.
Silently floating on the breeze around two metres above his head, the gulls beady eyes intently watched John back. "You better not crap on me"

"What?! I'm not going to shit on you, are you mad!?"

"The bird you idiot, look up, not in the bottom of your girly glass"

"Oh alright, hello there, should have some chips and toss them later, like old times" Paul finally finished draining his girly drink and patted John on the back to keep moving. "Did you see the lass I have to toss around for the song"

"Toss around?"

"Don't you read the screenplay mate?"

"I try not to"

"Well you should, so you're prepared"

"You're such a goody two shoes Macca 'Mcpared'.... I like an element of surprise in my day, what can I say"

"That'll come back and bite you on the arse one of these days, that will" Paul turned and walked backwards, still chatting away "I have to pretend she's my guitar and sing, out on those rocks by the sea. I think you get to lie down and play"

"Oh good, can have a well-deserved nap then"

"We only work three hours a day" Paul said with a little pained  exasperation, he was a workaholic and this slow going was playing havoc on his nerves, although the pot was calming Paul still needed to be busy "Lester's getting grumpy about that. Perhaps we shouldn't smoke before 'work'. You know, be more focused"

"And miss out on watching Rings and Geo stumbling about peering in random peoples ears, not bloody likely" John grinned like a devil and Paul raised his eyebrows ........ then stumbled backwards over a piece of driftwood landing on his backside "Your face! Stop bloody pouting, it was really funny Paul"

"It was dangerous, could have busted my coccyx. Ya twisted mother-"

"Your what-what?"

"Coccyx -in my bum"

"Your butt bone"

"Correct"

"You're a wanker Paul. Your talking out of your butt and it's nowhere near the ground"

"My butt is not my face John"

"Well if you talk shit, the shoe fits" John sprinted off, throwing sand up with his feet and yelling at Paul over his shoulder "Come 'ed princess, let's see if Neil has cured another dastardly disease and get some grub, I'm famished"