A drama of life changing proportions has devastated the quiet tranquility of dear old Greenlands. A loud banging at the main door awoke me from my slumber and a rather pleasant dream about our dear friend lord Gerald Butler and a hose pipe. I heard dear old Carson stumble on the tiled floor and made a mental note to myself to make him an appointment with the chiropodist to get his toe nails clipped as the scrapping noise is becoming quite unbearable. I selected a wrap of turquoise and cream Chinese silk,applied a light maquillage and with a slick of lip balm I was ready to confront what heathen was lurking around my front porch! Four burly men dressed head to foot in black pushed past dear Carson rendering him quiet pale and indignant . Their demeanor and strange mode of dress immediately put me in mind of Paris 3 years ago when everyone was wearing the military and moody look. One of the interlopers removed his very unbecoming knitted bobble hat and a flicker of recognition ran across his boyish face and I was immediately transported back to a tea dance at Ye Old Crystal Rooms.....His gruff tones awoke me from my memories and he demanded to be shown Patmore and Hughes.... I quickly dispatched Carson to the ladies quarters and noted with interest how skilfully he negotiated his way through the laser beams and barbed wire that I had installed to protect the ladies reputation. Mrs Hughes and Mrs Patmore appeared,fully dressed in travelling attire and each carrying a large portfolio.Mrs Hughes looked quite animated as she was hurried across the polo lawn towards the waiting whirly thing but Mrs Patmore at least had the good grace to yell an apology and something about a quiche in the cold room. The last I heard from the whole sorry tableau unfolding before me was a muttering about Malaysia,Airliner and have you both remembered to bring your extensive and rare collection of maps of 10 million square miles of uncharted waters The shock of such a departure rendered me speechless and I fell to my knees as the whirly thing spirited them away into the night sky. Carson bought me a large brandy and soon we were laughing about old times again. I had after all found them sadly lacking in areas at times. We have drafted an advert to place in Pughs shop window tomorrow to recruit a new house keeper and in the mean time we have found the key to Mrs Patmores secret trunk and we think we have enough Chicken Tonight to last us until a week Thursday.....
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 09:30:08 +0000
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