The Consolations of Physiotherapy

Look at his face, said Belle et Bonne.

That's it. We're stopping, said Marie. Sweezus you need a dentist.

They're all shut till next Tuesday, said Sweezus.

Damn! said Marie.

They rode slowly on. They passed a sandwich board placed on the pavement outside a small shopping plaza.

PILATES, it said.

At least someone's open, said Marie. Let's go in.

Pilates, said Sweezus. I don't like the sound of that much.

You're coming, said Marie. So they all went inside.

How may I help you? asked the physiotherapist.

Our friend needs a dentist, said Marie. His face has swelled up.

The physiotherapist looked at Sweezus.

He looks fine to me, he remarked.

It was true. Sweezus's face had gone back to normal.

Marie looked at Belle et Bonne. Was it some kind of miracle cure?

Hang on, said Sweezus. I can explain it. I was sucking a big chunk of Turkish Delight. Now it's melted.

Sweezus! said Belle et Bonne. I thought you had toothache.

I do, said Sweezus. But it isn't too bad.

Well, said the physiotherapist, I'll give you these sheets. Pilates can be beneficial in controlling all sorts of aches and pains.

Awesome! said Sweezus. Thanks a heap!

They left the premises, and got back on their bikes. It was windy and cold at the coast. They were hungry.
They stopped to eat hardboiled eggs.

Oh look, said Belle et Bonne. Marie's painted little faces on the eggs. And little coloured hats. Marie that's adorable!

But pointless, said Sweezus, gobbling his egg in one bite. And it must have taken forever. Is that why there's only one each?




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