I’ve just got back from doing my Covid Good Samaritan thing which takes the form of a tour round Newmarket Waitrose shopping for an elderly couple. This was probably the last one as it happens. They've had both their jabs. I'm going to miss it funnily enough. So interesting what other people put on their shopping lists. It's like reading someones diary. You feel you are really getting to know them inside out when you find yourself putting peach slices and Ginster chicken and mushroom pasties in the trolley.
My aged friend has created a small golf course in one of his fields and so he and I played a few holes after I'd offloaded their shopping. Very competitive stuff. He is 85 and an amazing golfer and before I knew it I was three down as he rattled the upturned flower pots marking the hole on each green with unerring accuracy. I rallied a bit clawing him in to be just one down, but then the sun came out and I'm afraid I became rather distracted by the thought I had left four lovely looking fresh bream on the passenger seat of my car and five petrol canisters in the boot. Fair to say my comeback faltered. Twenty minutes later, beaten three and two, I got back to my car which smelt like Pittenweem harbour in the height of summer.
Through the fumes I heard that Prince Philip had died. Jimmy was musing on her computer when I got back and though I was rushing to my office she had time to tell me that a friend of hers had a story about the Duke. He had visited her friends school...Eton I suspect....to watch a play that the friend had produced. "Well", said Jimmy's friend, "I got to speak to him afterwards and I said that I was really grateful to him for coming to watch the performance because if it hadn't been for him I'd have never been able to get people to remember their lines. "Oh" said the Duke, "what a frightful show off you are" stepped back and knocked over a huge plate of sandwiches."
RIP DoE. One of a kind.
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