Miss Pringle in Paradise

Margaret B Jennings

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In this delightful story, an elderly woman plucked from her earthly life by two angels desperate to right their wrong is sent on a heavenly adventure like no other.
Seventy-year-old Mildred Agnes Pringle is in perfect health and completely unaware that two angel brothers are watching her every move from their office in Heaven. Desperate to fix their earlier blunder before anyone finds out, they force a chain of events to occur that prompt her untimely entrance into Heaven. But when Miss Pringle arrives, she is dismayed to find her new home devoid of all things heavenly.
Because she accomplished so little in her earthly life, Miss Pringle vows not to squander her afterlife. With grim determination, she decides to save herself by surrounding herself with an eclectic group of companions that include guardian angels, Elijah and Reg, and two porters: Old George, a workaholic long-time resident and Boots, a would-be-biker who cannot accept that he is dead. When the renegade gang led by Miss Pringle decides to flee in a moving cloud to seek new adventures, now only time will tell if they can outwit and outrun St. Peter and the Arch Angel Gabriel.
In this delightful story, an elderly woman plucked from her earthly life by two angels desperate to right their wrong is sent on a heavenly adventure like no other.

Sujets

• Ángel (desambiguación)
• Angels
• Heaven
• Jennings
• Pringle
• Paradise
• Archangel
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Balboa Press AU
• Date de parution: 31 août 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781982295653
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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MISS PRINGLE in Paradise
 
 
 
 
 
 
MARGARET B JENNINGS
 
 
 
 

 
Copyright © 2022 Margaret B Jennings.
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
 
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
 
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ISBN: 978-1-9822-9564-6 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-9822-9565-3 (e)
 
Balboa Press rev. date:  08/29/2022
 
This book is dedicated to my husband Brian,
and to my children
Paul, Rachel, and Daniel—
thank you for your love and support.
I love you all.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I would like to thank Via Nielsen for her help, patience, and kindness during this publishing journey. Thanks to my family and friends for their encouragement, support, and faith in me.
Thanks to my Church of Christ team, who look after me, Anita, Caroline, Rae, and all the other team members, who encourage me and who run me around for all the appointments, etc.
Most of all, I would like to thank my long-time GP (now retired), Dr. Clive Shulman, and my cardiologist Dr. Rajan Prashar, and Dr. Chris Smith, cardiac surgeon at Greenslopes Hospital.
Without the skill and care of these three gentlemen, I would not be here to write this book.
Thank you.
CONTENTS
Acknowledgments
Foreword
 
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
 
About the Author
FOREWORD
I was fortunate to grow up in a house filled with books and was positively encouraged to read from a very young age, so am well versed in the magic that books can bring into our lives.
There was one book however that was more magical than the rest, it wasn’t fancy and didn’t have a wizard or a dragon on the cover.
In fact it was hand typed on copy paper, with love by my Mum especially for my brother, sister and myself and we would relish hearing the next installment of Miss Pringles misadventures at bedtime.
It gives me immense pleasure and fills me with pride that the very book written by my Mum for her children, is after some 40 odd years, now being published and if you’re reading this, is in your hand.
I hope you enjoy it as much as we did.
Paul Wells
I first met Margaret Jennings over 20 years ago and since then we have remained “BESTIES”. I have known her through good times and bad, good health and bad, and I am forever overwhelmed by her insane imagination, regardless of whatever is happening at the time. She is the archetypal optimist and can see the funny side of anything.
Margaret has a wicked sense of humour and this comes across throughout the story.
We were both involved with creative arts of all types, but Margaret was an expert poet and would invent a poem to fit any situation and although “The Adventures of Miss Pringle” does not contain any rhyming verse, it is just a taste of things to come.
“Miss Pringle” is a tale of wild imagination, but done with impeccable taste, not wishing to offend anyone and can be read and enjoyed by people of all ages, races and beliefs.
I have not been able to put this book down and thoroughly enjoyed it. I can’t wait for the sequel.
Christine Treleaven
CHAPTER 1
O n the top floor of a real skyscraper, shrouded in clouds, the pair of brothers were arguing.
“You haven’t counted properly. Add them up again Theo. You were never any good at sums when we were at school, and you know how cross the boss gets if the numbers don’t add up.
“Why d’you always think it’s my fault? I’ve got all the names on my list. Bet you haven’t picked out all the random choice people. You always blame someone else for your mistakes. You’re too quick and careless Leo. Never do anything right the first time and you always claim it’s someone else’s fault.”
Grumbling and muttering under his breath, Leo leaned on his desk and rechecked his own work, a flush creeping over his face as he realised that he had made the mistake.
“It’s not really my fault either” Leo insisted. ‘It must have been when Jacobi came in and interrupted us to say goodbye, so it really is his fault. We need one more female to balance the books. I just wish they wouldn’t keep changing the percentages; it makes it so hard to work them out, and you never do that part of the job.
If they want equality, why can’t we go straight to a fifty/fifty system, instead of this slow approach? At this rate, there are still going to be more males than females up here in the next millennium. And because they get here first, they get all the best places and positions.”
“Same on earth Bro. Same on earth. Change is slow there too, but it’s beginning to happen. Tell you what, let’s use HERNIA to get the last one in. We’ve just about got time before the roadies come and collect it for tonight’s lotto game.”
The brothers knew it was strictly against the rules to use the machine, the Heavenly Electronic Random Number Indication Apparatus, or HERNIA for short, without a ticketed senior supervisor being present, and it would be at least another hundred years or so before either brother got his ticket, let alone gained promotion to supervisor, this idea was very tempting.
“You don’t think Jacobi will find out, do you?” Theo asked his brother. “I don’t want another bad report going to the Chairman. We’ve had one already this year and a couple of warnings, and you know they’ve got that new rule now, three strikes and you’re out.”
“He’ll never know. Jacobi should never have knocked off early, leaving us to do all the work. I’m fed up with clocking on and off for him, he’s always sneaking off nowadays. I’ll bet it’s not to harp practice either. He’s got a thing about Joan of Arc. I think he lies at her feet, gazing up at her in adoration. Especially since she’s finally taken off that armour and started wearing those slinky robes, and she’s got that French accent. I think she’s what they call hot down there on earth.”
This retort came as Theo scurried across the room to where HERNIA was stored. It was a big machine with a numbered dial and a row of silver buttons on the front and what seemed to be a large, inverted Perspex bowl sitting on the top. There was a plastic tube leading from the bowl to a divided tray.
“What does it do? How does it work?” Leo was scrabbling about beneath his desk, emerging with a large globe of Earth, which he placed on top of the Perspex bowl. “We need to pick a country first.” Pulling a set of darts from the big pocket in his robe, he handed them to Theo, who attached their flights.
“We haven’t got time for a long game, so I’ll spin, you chuck, ok? We need at least two of the darts in the same country.”
Leo pulled at a thin cord at the base of the globe, gave it a sharp tug and the globe began to spin.
“Now” he yelled at his brother and Theo let fly with all three darts, two of them landed firmly in the globe, the third dart landed equally as firmly in Leo’s arm. His yell turned into a yelp as he felt the impact of the projectile.
Tugging it free and sighing as he accepted his brother’s apology, they both peered at the globe. “Looks like Britain, then,” said Leo.
“More precisely England.” Theo pressed the zoom feature on the globe and the place of interest lit up.
“Hampshire, looks like a small village, I’ll just make a note of the coordinates.” He jotted down some figures on a scrap of paper. “Somebody is going to get a surprise. Come on then, let’s get started.”
They removed the globe from the top of HERNIA, stowing it back beneath the desk
“We used to use a machine like this when I did my Saturday job at the Celestial Casino.” Leo paused in his reminiscing. “There was a game a lot of the elderly peo