Susan - Holidays at home

 

In May 2019 Margaret Adamson, and her friend Sue Fulcher are providing the prompts. They will be published by Elephant's Child. She tells us that This week's prompts are familiar phrases

Sun over the yardarm

And/ or

Going commando

Those two phrases were not familiar to me - I rest somewhat reassured because they seemed to be totally unknown to a lot of English speaking participants in this fun as well. I used a dictionary and discovered that the sun is over the yardarm means that it is late enough in the day to drink alcoholic beverages, and to be going commando is to go without underwear - I suppose mostly without underpants. In the seventies we had a Danish pop hit called "I'll never go commando at the ball!"  
This led me to this cameo from Susan's non-magical life. 
The time is somewhere late in the first or early in the second year at The Unicorn Farm.

Friday was a national holiday. Tomorrow, Saturday, the family was going to an amusement park near Copenhagen.
They had needed money, well mostly Linda and Susan had, and the idea of a flea market had spawned in one of their discussions.
The sun was shining, and at 10 o'clock everything was ready. Susan and Linda had their small corner with surplus toys, comics and books. Mum and Dad had filled the rest of the tables with plates, pillows, bric-a-brac, books and beer.

Most of their family was present, and some neighbours and passers by as well. The passers by bought items for sale or looked at them at least, The neighbours had come for to talk it seemed, and the uncles were mostly in it for the beer.

Uncle Freddy yelled: "Folks, the sun is over the yardarm, let's have some beer."

"Oh, look at this!" Uncle Theodore said loudly to Susan. "This LP, I just love it - she states that she'll never go commando again. See, she's hitching up the skirt to give us a glimpse. I love her. Are you going commando tomorrow? I'd like to wait for you outside the funhouse if you do." Uncle Theodore's beery breath hit Susan's face, and she turned her head away. "Oh, playing shy we are," he added with a raucous laugh, pinching her cheek. Susan took her leave of uncle Theodore, claiming customers in her corner of the flea market.