Mrs C’s brother, Bernard, is coming to stay with us for a week!
Bernard is a curious fellow. A former gentleman’s hairdresser and secondhand socks salesman, he was in the British Army for many years, and rose to the rank of Major.
He’s the only man I’ve ever met, military or otherwise, who claims to have ‘seen action’ on the Isle of Wight. He drops hints from time to time, generally after his third sherry on an empty stomach, but, that apart, refuses to be drawn on detail. He claims it was ‘hush hush’ and will all come out in the ‘fullness of time’. Then he usually falls asleep.
For some years now, he’s entertained hopes of standing for Parliament on what he calls a ‘progressive independent patriotic’ platform. I have no idea what that means, and am not sure he does, either.
He holds what can only be described as eccentric views on most matters – social, economic and political. Still, bearing in mind where the so-called traditional approach has led us, who’s to say he’s any more bonkers than the folk we generally vote in.
Mrs C tells me he’s writing a book and hopes to ‘run a few ideas past me’ before he ‘goes public’. I’m not sure I like the sound of that.
Bernard stays with us from time to time – generally to give his long-suffering wife, Norma, a break. He’s Mrs C’s older brother, and she dotes on him even if, in my opinion, he’s completely off his trolley. Possibly his time on the Isle of Wight is to blame. If his barminess was brought about by service to his country, I suppose I should make allowance.
In the meantime, here’s another photo from my collection. I found this one up in the loft. It may amuse you. It may not. If it doesn’t, don’t desert me just yet. Bernard may finally tell us what happened on the Isle of Wight. He probably won’t but, desperate for news as you are, can you afford to take the chance?
Thought for Today
‘They couldn’t hit an elephant at this dist–’
Final words of General John Sedgwick (1813-1864)