We are in the final few days before Bob starts at Rugby School in our attempt to civilise him. He is making the most of them. This is not a story that Sheikh Mohammed, the new owner of the neighbouring estate to ours, would be pleased to hear. I don’t have an estate by the way. By “ours” I mean “the gaff wot we live in” ...I’m learning all sorts of new phrases these days. Sophie was in over-drive taxi-mode yesterday. Critical to her schedule was that Bob, left on his own in the morning, – will we never learn? - should take all the dogs for a walk, have a shower, pack his cricket kit and be ready to leave the house immediately after lunch. She returned late morning to find him looking rather pleased with himself, despite being patently unwashed and having discovered that he had left all his cricket stuff at his old school. But lunch was already on the go. Exactly a month before the start of the shooting season he was preparing the fresh breasts of a brace of cock pheasants, despatched by Twiggie the lurcher, dipping them in a mixture of egg, flour, salt, pepper and deliberating as to whether he should add some garlic before or after placing them into a frying pan sizzling on the Aga. I find the sage words of Dr Thomas Arnold particularly poignant at this time:
“A new boy is always important. He may be an influence for good or for evil”
Good luck Rugby. We’ll see.......but I’m not overly hopeful. To be fair to Bob his sisters have blazed an interesting trail.
I too am in my final few days before heading off to Switzerland, on a mission which I am beginning to worry is akin to visiting one of their notorious clinics. As you know I have been angling for sponsorship for weeks and landed a big long one yesterday morning which was fantastically generous and means that I am now within spitting distance of the £10,000 target I set myself which to be absolutely honest I never really thought was realistic. Thanks v v much to all who have supported me. The Rainbow Trust is indeed a great cause. Actually, come to think about it, because a couple of particular malicious souls delighted in setting performance kickers, if I was prepared to run the Jungfrau Marathon naked and in under 5 hours I am near as dammit there already. But I’m not though so please, and this is the last time I am going to mention this I promise you, visit my site at www.justgiving.com/david-sandison
Right, off to yet another 50th.....this is becoming a worrying trend. Black Tie with a touch of Bling. I know just the person to ask.....
P.S. At risk of seeming sexist I saw something I have never seen before this morning.....a dustbin-woman. Strange sight it was.
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