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Apocalyptic Pub Lunches
Apocalyptic Pub Lunches
Apocalyptic Pub Lunches
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Apocalyptic Pub Lunches

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Two men walk into a bar. It's not the end of the world - or is it?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherErik Ga Bean
Release dateNov 4, 2014
ISBN9781311181664
Apocalyptic Pub Lunches
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Erik Ga Bean

Science fiction fan, astronomy enthusiast and IT professional Erik Ga Bean lives in the English county of Hertfordshire with his wife Helen and his growing collection of carnivorous plants. As well as being an author, he is a keen narrowboater and a leading light in the Stevenage Plus social group.

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    Apocalyptic Pub Lunches - Erik Ga Bean

    Apocalyptic Pub Lunches

    By Erik Ga Bean

    Published by Erik Ga Bean at Smashwords

    Copyright 2014 Erik Ga Bean

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    To my wonderful wife Helen.

    Chapter 1 - Maude

    Maude had never been one for the conventional route through life. The English seaside holidays of her post-war childhood had seeded a lifelong love of beaches and coastal living. She had done well through school and stuck at it for as long as she could, eventually becoming the youngest female professor in her dusty old English university. She continued to overturn tradition after tradition, to the great annoyance of her white haired male colleagues.

    She had decided that late-thirties was not too young to retire to the coast when a concerted disgruntlement campaign against her had caused Maude's career in academia to fall out from under her. Never being one for socialising or extravagance, the patent licencing money that had been flowing in for some years had built up in her bank account. Over the weekend of The Queen's Silver Jubilee, she moved directly from her rooms at the university to a Victorian beach front property. Her new home was in a resort that had seen better days in the wonderful era after the coming of the railways and before the rise of the package holiday. The fond childhood memories made it the only place that she wanted to be.

    Maude had never had so much living space and she didn't feel altogether comfortable in it. She had felt it important to buy a four bedroom property so that she could invite her younger brother to come and visit, with his wife and their son. She wanted the boy, along with any further nieces or nephews, to have the sort of seaside childhood holiday memories that she so cherished.

    The big house didn't suit Maude. When one of the beach huts on the promenade in front of her house came up for sale she bought it and spent a lot of time there, watching the world go by.

    Before long, Maude found that she was only crossing the road and to go back to her house in order to sleep at night. It struck her as much more straightforward to sleep in the hut. Within a few days of first sleeping over, her new habit had come to the attention of the council. The authority forbade the use of the huts by night. Maude was not at all impressed to be told how she may or may not use her own hut. From that day on she made a point of sleeping in her hut every night, even when the winter began to bite and there was little to see on the seafront even by day.

    The council workers who had been dealing with Maude underestimated her. They let her quiet protest continue over the winter, in the expectation that she would eventually give up and go home. She did not.

    When the new season started more senior officials threatened Maude with legal consequences if she were to continue to sleep in her hut by night. As a result of this Maude started to sleep in her hut by day. She would always offer cheery greetings, cups of tea and slices of cake to the lowly council officials who were sent along to check up on her in the small hours. Whenever she was visited she would always be wide awake, sitting up and getting on with something.

    The owners of the neighbouring huts had originally been supportive of Maude's campaign to have the night-time rulings changed as they also didn't like to be told when they could and could not be on their own property. They had jobs to go to in the daytime and rarely visited their huts. Lacking Maude's drive, they eventually they gave up on the campaign and sold their huts to Maude.

    Having three huts gave Maude enough space to keep everything that she needed for day to day life close to hand. She almost never needed to go back up to her house for additional items. It was for this reason that it took her a few days to find the letter from the council informing her that the authority had compulsorily purchased the three pitches along the seafront. The letter was quite clear that if she had not removed all of her positions from the plots within twenty-eight days then steps would be taken to remove the huts at her expense.

    Maude was extremely annoyed at this development, coming out of the blue as it had. She asked her financial advisor what she should do when he came to visit her for their regular appointment in her huts the following afternoon. He put her in touch with the company lawyer. The lawyer's advice was that she should have contacted him sooner. As things stood the game was lost. Not one to be easily beaten, Maude had a company come and move her three huts back from the promenade the short distance to her front

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