A Wife's Advice Goes Awry

They’re playing bingo in the lounge bar, between ten and dinner time, pensioners arrive from near and far, to try and win a bingo dime. I’m watching from me usual stool, and hear numbers shouted out, while drinking beer that’s nice and cool, waiting for the ‘bingo’ shout. While there is laughter and loud groaning, depending on their bingo luck, some others claim of their disowning, because bad luck has struck. They are not sitting at a bingo table, but in a corner all alone, knowing for now that they’re unable, to leave the tavern comfort zone. The Barley Tavern offers shelter for the likes of Lukey Brown, who’s problem’s not a mere welter, but a simple wife put down. We all know that a woman scorned can breed disaster to a tee, and many times a love is mourned, that’s why I offer therapy. I brought a beer for Lukey Brown, who gave me a nod and smile, and after I was sitting down, I put Lukey up on trial. “So what’s the go old Lukey mate? Why are you feeling so morose?” And Lukey took a while to state, “Are all women bellicose?” Lukey really had me puzzled there, ‘What does bellicose all mean?’ And Lukey states “it means beware, the wife’s about cause a scene, and all because she made remarks, about a couple down the road, and my reply it set off sparks, and bellicose so quickly showed.” Then I supplied more therapy, shouting Lukey another beer, to ward off living dangerously, but to learn to live with fear. “She pointed to a couple in the street, who played a loving sexy game, kissing, cuddling, and no way discreet - then! Why can’t you do the same?” “Why can’t I do the same I said. Have you gone stark raving mad! I got the stare that means I’m dead, everything got worse than bad. With crude insults I copped the hurl - - can you get me another beer? I said no way, I don’t know the girl; and that’s the reason I’m in here.”