Last week I think I wrote that things had been rather quiet on the Hen front. Turns out it was the calm before the storm. A mid week phone call from her was a request for me to sanction her desire to have multiple holes pierced in one of her ears. You would have been proud of me, old stick in the mud that you probably think I am. I completely took the wind out of her sails by saying that, whilst rows of ear-rings don't do anything for me, if that's what she wanted to do that was fine.....but could she just wait a couple of weeks till half-term to think it over? If, then, she still wanted to do this gruesome thing we would wander in to the centre of Cambridge, where, surprisingly - given the rarified atmosphere of the place - this sort of urge is apparently catered for. She quietly acceded to this plan and, let me tell you, I put the phone down feeling pretty damn pleased with myself. Sophie it was who smelt the rat. It transpires the deed had already been done. Roll on half term and my little punk-rocker comes home.
Oh yes another thing....I called her late afternoon the other day and she answered from a bus telling me she had just been for a 5 hour walk in the Brecon Beacons. I asked her whether this was part of the Duke of Edinburgh Bronze Award that she had signed up for. "No", she replied, "it was a DOE thing." It really is quite worrying. And apparently, during a map reading exercise on the top of some hill, the accompanying 6th Former advised Hen and her cronies to look for landmarks listed on the ordnance survey map to help them determine where they were. She insists it was a joke - though no-one, including any of her her fellow hikers, is that sure - but Hen came up with the brilliant suggestion of looking on the surrounding terrain for the brown lines.
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