The Jeffrey's Strange Day,

Once upon a time there was a Jeffrey

He was a perfectly ordinary Jeffrey, as much an unremarkable Jeffrey as any could hope to be. He wore plaid jackets, at least three on any given day, and he kept his Giraffe brushed, morning, noon and night.

On this day, however, something very unusual happened to the Jeffrey.

It was when his potato was singing the blues, about 6pm of course, and the news was on in the background. The newsreader was setting the stage on fire to signal the end of the evening's stories. But something was strange here. The Jeffrey felt uneasy. He looked outside at the ducks on the pond, they looked back at him suspiciously and drew their curtains. Distant thunder could be heard on the radio, part of the regular Distant Thunder Tuesdays show. The Llamas frolicked on the lawn.
“Get off my lawn” The Jeffrey whispered into an envelope and pushed it out the mail slot in his front door. The Llamas came over to the porch, opened the envelope and then left quietly to return to their home across the street. They were good Llamas.

So the Jeffrey scratched his chin and wondered what it could be that had him feeling so strange. He turned to the day's crossword for answers. 4 down: a 5 letter word for the difference between a cheeseburger and a cold winter's day in which the anniversary of a happy memory fills you with warmth. The Jeffrey smiled and wrote down the answer.

This helped a lot. He forgot about the uneasy feeling.

He ran the bath and put all the pot plants in along with the potato, which had by now cheered up and was safe to leave with the plants. The giraffe stared at him blankly, as if questioning how he could carry on like everything was normal.

But Jeffrey carried on, scrubbing the plants lovingly and giving the potato some good advice for the future. He let the water out, dried off the plants and put them back in their puts. The Jeffrey carried the potato back into the living room when the uneasy feeling struck him again. He glanced up at the giraffe, which stared back at him silently. “I understand” said the Jeffrey. He didn't, but he wanted to reassure his friend. The Giraffe stared at him for a further 32 seconds before curling up in its' nest beside the television.

The Jeffrey stared around the room. Photos hung on the walls of himself and the Giraffe from their younger days at University. On a shelf a bowl of tulips, wilted and and lifeless sat in the same position as it had for the last 5 years. The television still showed the newsreader, now surrounded by flames, singing and dancing. Thunder continued in the distance through the speakers of the radio and the smell of roast pork filled the room.

The Jeffrey had forgotten the cooking, he rushed in to the kitchen and took the pork from the oven. It was in excellent condition, he breathe a sigh of relief. Carefully he took the steaming hot freshly made meal and tucked it into bed for later. He turned the light off and crept quietly out, pausing when he remembered to go back and give it it's little pig-teddy bear.

The Jeffrey turned the radio on in the bedroom for ambient noise, Distant thunder echoed once more and he realised the terrible thing. It was Monday, not Tuesday!

The Jeffrey quickly picked up the phone and called the radio station. In seconds the radio switch over to the sounds of elephants trumpeting over the top of a young girl singing the alphabet while unable to actually remember all the letters in the right order, and occasionally adding in random dates and times in place of letters, just as it should be for a regular Monday like this one.

Jeffrey sighed and laid down beside the roast pork. “What a disaster that could have been... how very strange.” he sighed. The potato rolled it's eyes as it walked past, toothbrush in hand.