“Is he safe and well?” read the text from Nasty Jen.
I didn’t know, actually. I’d left Jen’s new prized possession, her Mr Darcy keyring, in a plant pot at The Orchard, our local establishment just down the road from the church. For all I know he might have taken root and been well on his way to germinating into a Mr-Darcy-keyring-tree.
I decided not to reply.
A bunch of us, including Nasty Jen and Kenny D, had popped in to the Orchard the night before , to plan our Easter Monday St Andrews trip. Jen was showing off her Mr Darcy keyring, so when she passed it round, I thought it would be hilarious to remove it from her keys when she wasn’t looking.
The next day after work, feeling the guilt, and mentally branding the word IDIOT on my forehead, I entered the Orchard and headed straight for the plant pot. I sidled awkwardly up to it, embarrassingly close to a sofa containing two women deep in conversation. When are two women on a sofa not deep in conversation?
“Um, I left something in here last night… nope it’s not here now” I explained, eloquently, as one of the ladies looked askance at me. I shot out of the room without looking back, feeling a little like Mr Bean.
Confounded cleaners. Which meant I had to ask at the bar. I approached it sheepishly, and asked the genial curly-haired barman if anyone had removed a keyring from the plantpot in the corner. He didn’t think so, but he asked the manager, who disappeared down the hatch behind the bar. He reappeared a few minutes later, looking pleased with himself.
“Just to be sure it’s yours, can you tell me what’s on it?” he asked loudly, and somewhat triumphantly.
“Errr. Mister Darcy” I muttered quickly, hoping the regulars propped up along the bar wouldn’t hear.
“Yeah!” he laughed, and handed it over. I mumbled my gratitude and tripped out onto the pavement as fast as I could. Am hoping we don’t find ourselves back in the Orchard too soon.
The sun shone all Easter weekend, perhaps an unprecedented occurrence, which gave Jen at least three opportunities to claim sunstroke, none of which she passed up. I destroyed DC over 18 holes at St Andrews on Easter Monday, albeit it was the ‘Himalayas’ ladies putting course.
Kenny D has undergone something of a transformation since I last wrote. After a few exploratory runs at the turn of the year, he has turned into a fully-fledged card-carrying fitness-obsessed Action Man, scoffing at those of us who use motorised transport for distances under ten miles. Ken now prefers to hike instead, making light of such obstacles as rivers (he just goes through them) when they get in his way.
F… has been in Ghana for the last six weeks, and blogging furiously. Should one look away from her blog for more than a minute one is likely to look back to find it has been updated at least once in the meantime. She has now likely made more posts to her blog than she has made decisions, and as a result has out-blogged me 25 to 1 since the beginning of March.
Wiseman has been strangely quiet, nursing his coccyx perhaps, although that has never been a quiet occupation in the past. Perhaps he’s been taking time out to read F…’s blog, or possibly he’s just been ashamed to show his face recently, having forgotten my birthday again this year, and then snubbed my party. Pfffff.
I apologise for this lengthy hiatus in my blogging effort, and am grateful to those of you kind enough to have encouraged me to write again. I am currently en route to visiting my sister in London, to admire my new nephew Sebastian, who, in joining myself and Hamish the cat, evens up the gender imbalance in the household somewhat.
The lady currently beside me in the departure lounge has been talking non-stop on her mobile phone for 45 minutes now. It appears that a sofa is not a pre-requisite to inane female chatter…
“Am hoping we don’t find ourselves back in the Orchard too soon.”
hmm, chances of that? 😀
btw – I don’t think I’d go quite as far as “fully-fledged card-carrying fitness-obsessed Action Man” ?!
It’s your gripping hands that does it, Ken.
J
Glad you’re back on the blog!
Haha, it’s not just my pranks that backfire 🙂
sorry but it had to be done.
So you thought Mr Darcy was humiliating….
http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/lh/sredir?uname=AngandAlison&target=PHOTO&id=5327589414179848242&aid=5327587988679622369&authkey=Gv1sRgCJSxrMHJwZjXGg&feat=email
So my technical skills dont live up to thise of my brother………. this one should work and is well worth an look.
http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/lh/sredir?uname=AngandAlison&target=PHOTO&id=5327589414179848242&aid=5327587988679622369&authkey=Gv1sRgCJSxrMHJwZjXGg&feat=email
I feel betrayed, evil sis, but alongside this I somehow feel a curious and self-flagellating desire to help you in your technical adequacy.
Click here if you must.
PS Nice singing voice
hehe. nice vid. :o)
Loving your work evil sis 🙂
That was indeed a lengthy hiatus, and surely one that doesn’t deserve nine (regretfully now ten!) comments. Feeling a ‘snowboarder-style stomp out’ coming on…. :o(