Love from Paddington. Michael BondЧитать онлайн книгу.
the bear, raising his hat. “You are very kind.” He would have preferred cocoa, but he was much too polite to say so.
In any case there was no time for more as the gap between the Karenia and the quay began to widen and his aunt had to make good her escape by sliding down a rope.
She only just managed to avoid falling into the harbour and by the time she had righted herself a wall of darkness separated her from the lifeboat.
She wiped away a tear as she waved a last goodbye into the pitch black night. “I hope I’ve done the right thing,” she said, when she arrived back at the Home. “It feels as though I have lost a part of myself.”
“Of course you’ve done the right thing,” said the oldest inhabitant. She stopped knitting and set her rocking chair in motion to emphasise the point.
“This is no place for a young cub full of the joys of spring. That bear needs to go out into the world. We shall hear more about him before the year is out … you mark my words.”
“I wish I’d given him a good book to read,” said Aunt Lucy.
“You will need one yourself by the time the Karenia reaches the end of its journey,” said another bear.
“It’s always worse for the one who stays behind,” she added.
And she was right, for Aunt Lucy soon lost count of the number of raffia table mats she made while she awaited news. Luckily it was the tourist season, so they soon disappeared from the stall permanently outside their building.
Then one day a postman arrived brandishing an envelope, the front of which was festooned with blue labels and strange-looking stamps.
It was addressed to Aunt Lucy, c/o The Home for Retired Bears, Lima.
By popular request, Aunt Lucy dropped the table mat she was working on and began reading the contents of the letter out loud to the other bears.
“Dear Aunt Lucy, I …” she began, before pausing for a moment as the next word seemed to have been crossed out for some reason.
“I
“I’m staying at number 32 Windsor Gardens and it isn’t at all like the Home for Retired Bears. You may not believe this, but it’s very near the Portobello Road, which you have often talked about when you suggested I might like living in London.
“I have been taken in for the next day or two by a nice family called the Browns, but I’m hoping it will be much longer than that because I am very happy here. I have my own bed, so I am on my best behaviour, which isn’t easy because I have already flooded their bathroom by mistake and a lot of the water went through their downstairs ceiling. The trouble is I’m used to sitting in a puddle after it rains and I had never been in a bath before.
“Luckily the drips landed on their two children, Jonathan and Judy, who came to my rescue.
“But then, as I said to Judy when I first arrived, ‘Things are always happening to me. I’m that sort of bear.’
“In fact, it is Judy who is typing this letter because she noticed straight away that my spelling isn’t very good. Also, using Mr Brown’s computer isn’t easy with paws as I can’t help touching several keys at the same time. This is an example of what happens when I try to type the letter ‘i’ – uhiyg …!”
Aunt Lucy held up the letter for the others in the room to see.
“I find using a pencil to poke the keys is the best way to do it,” she read. “But that takes much longer.
“I wrote several letters to you while I was in the lifeboat on the way over. That took even longer because I used marmalade chunks instead of a pen, so the writing wasn’t very clear. I put them one by one inside the empty marmalade jars, screwing the tops on tightly before throwing them into the sea. I expect they might turn up one day, but you won’t have missed much if they don’t.
“All I could think of to say was, ‘I hope this doesn’t find you as it leaves me,’ and there aren’t any signposts in the middle of the ocean so, as I had no idea where I was at the time, they aren’t very interesting.
“Jonathan is sending this note by something called AIR MAIL, so you will get it as soon as possible. I will write again tomorrow because I have another big surprise for you. Love from PADDINGTON.”
Aunt Lucy had trouble with the last word. “I don’t know what that means,” she said, “but someone else has added a bit more at the end.”
“Hello Aunt Lucy,” she read. “And a big hello to everyone else in the Home for Retired Bears. We have been hearing all about you. Don’t worry. We will look after him and the odd job man is already working on the ceiling. Judy.”
As she reached the end all the other bears applauded.
The sound was not unlike the gentle lapping of the sea as it entered the harbour, for paws are not really meant for clapping.
“If only my nephew could hear it,” thought Aunt Lucy. “He would be pleased. I must send him a postcard straight away.”
Thank you very much for your postcard showing Lima harbour with the tide coming in, which arrived yesterday. I’m sorry if my letter made you
When I arrived in England I had no idea where I was or which way to go, so I waited in the lifeboat until all the people on the Karenia had disappeared. Then I stowed away on a train marked to LONDON, which is where you hoped I would end up.
I sat very still and when the man who collects the tickets came round and saw the label you tied round my neck, he must have thought I was a parcel.
It’s lucky bears are good at stowing away because when the train reached London it couldn’t go any further and I found myself on a strange railway platform near the Lost Property Office.
It was very busy. Everybody else was in a hurry and they seemed to know where they were going, so I sat on my suitcase and waited for something to happen.
Which was how I met Mr and Mrs Brown.
They were there to meet their daughter, Judy, who was coming home for the school holidays, when Mr Brown spotted me. Mrs Brown didn’t believe him at first, but when she saw my label and read the words ‘PLEASE LOOK AFTER THIS BEAR.THANK YOU!’ she said at once I must come home with them. I think your adding the words ‘thank you’ must have made all the difference, because if