Which ever way you looked at things, the Major was not enjoying himself...stuck in a God forsaken outpost of the British 'Empire', his only entertainment was taking pot-shots at endangered species and also the natives, which incidentally were becoming increasingly endangered themselves.....in short....the Major was starting to lose his mind.
He was running dangerously low on ammunition when he smelled something strange, at first he thought the lavatory in the mess was blocked again, however on closer inspection he discovered that it was indeed.......perfume....there was a female in close proximity!
That evening in the Mess, the Major, who by 8pm had drank half his body weight in Pink gin, was startled to find out that the female in question was none other than Beatrice Poutbottom Smythe, the younger sister of Jeffery Poutbottom - Smythe( Its a long story) with whom he had attended boarding school. Her husband, the new Padre, had been sent to set up a mission to help local tribes with their tattoo spelling, the Major decided at that point to find himself other means of entertainment. But little did he know that this would include non other than would be novelist Mrs Poutbottom Smythe...
The Major
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