If you think you’ve had a gruelling, stressful week, I got home last night to find Sophie still in a slight state after an incident at the dry-cleaners in Newmarket. She had been handing in Bob’s dinner jacket as it was in need of a bit of a tidy up after various Christmas bashes. As she handed the jacket over the shop counter there was a loud clunk. From one of the pockets a startled shop assistant removed a Buck folding hunting knife. I know. Bit weird and it would be quite concerning except of the course there is form here. Furthermore as we talked it through we recalled that the last black tie party he had been at was on the Thurlow Estate following a days pheasant shooting and so there was every need for a knife really.
I havn’t mentioned Bob for a while I feel. He’s now 18 and in the final stretch at school. It seems like yesterday we were taking him to Rugby for his interview. The fact that his two sisters were already there was absolutely no guarantee believe me. Indeed they stacked the odds against the poor boy being admitted. Hours of preparation and grooming, and £85 spent on a pair of new shoes in an emergency visit to a shop when we got to Rugby, had managed to get him looking vaguely presentable, but as we stood nervously in an austere, wooden floored study with the footsteps of the Headmaster announcing his imminent arrival there was a loud crash as something fell out of Bob’s pocket onto the floor. Thankfully the Head, coming through the door at that very moment, presumed one of us had dropped our mobile phone. For my part I was rather proud at how skilfully and quickly I managed to stoop and retrieve unseen a knife which, even by the demanding standards of Bob’s armoury, had to be described as substantial.
Onto more genteel matters. I never met the man, the subject of an email below which I received yesterday from my golf club, who has passed away at a tragically young age, but whilst, as you may recall, the overwhelming majority of members of the R&A voted last year in favour of admitting Ladies to the Club, I have my doubts if this person was able to bring himself to do so.
The following Notice has been posted on the R&A Members' Website
M V Koc
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Members of the Club will be saddened to hear of the death of Mustafa Koc who
died on Thursday 21st January 2016 following a heart attack. Mustafa was 55
years of age and had been a Member of the Club since 2003.
The Funeral will be held in Istanbul on Sunday 24th January 2016.
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Burns night on Monday. Don’t worry. I’m not going to include one of his poems as I occasionally do to fill up space and annoy you. But the haggis that Sophie bought was frankly pathetic so after a good lunch today I stopped by Waitrose to pick one up. Do you know they want to charge you 5p for a carrier bag these days? But when I told the elderly lady behind the till that I would just pop it in my trouser pocket she convulsed and gave me one for free.
I love stories that go full circle don’t you?
Bon weekend. I’ve got Jury Service next week. Woopity woop to that! I just googled Cambridge Crown Court and read with interest about an incident there a couple of months ago when a “bare-chested fight” broke out during one of the trials. What fun.
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