Quite a day on Monday. I almost felt there was hope for us financially speaking! Three - well four if you count the fact that I was working from home courtesy of Storm St Jude - of the Sandison family were gainfully employed. Hen was waitressing at Tattersalls, Jimmy asking successful bidders if they wanted their horse drug tested and Bob was selling catalogues to them ( the bidders not the horses ) at £70 a pop. And guess who made the most money? Yup. Bob….the boy lives a charmed life. I was receiving text messages from him throughout the day as he sold copy after copy to a bewilderingly large range of nationalities all of whom, he told me, he spoke to in faltering French as he has turned over a new leaf as far as his academic studies are concerned and this was a great way to practice “one of my weaker subjects”.
I say he has a charmed life. He showed me last night on his computer that he had made considerable progress, and this would have been much to the astonishment to the teacher that had warned in his half term report of impending disaster, on his Independent Research project. You may remember I told you that he had lost all his notes. What may not surprise you was that the subject he had chosen to study was whether or not the Badger Cull was a good thing. I quickly scanned what he had written and I must say I was pleased to see that he retains an open mind on the issue, but whether or not he completes the thing still remains a moot point. He was left home alone this afternoon and I am told that he fielded a call from a nice gentleman from Mumbai claiming to be from Microsoft and who miraculously managed to make his cursor move around the screen. Suffice to say his computer doesn’t work anymore.
Oh well. C’est la vie. Getting back to the point, he made £175 from two and half days work which, coupled with generous birthday presents from lovely god-fathers, has all been spent on a .410 shotgun with a silencer and guess what’s for supper tonight? Game pie. He has followed a recipe and made shortcrust pasty. The filling is saddle of hare, courtesy of Twiggy, and the breasts of a brace of early season pheasants which had strayed across from Sheikh Mohammed’s land, and were picked out of the sky by Bob with his silent and deadly weapon. Only two more days of half term to go……
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