In my relief to see the back of our recent guest, I forgot to mention two highlights of his stay.
Last Thursday, at the London Olympics, we won a gold medal in taekwondo. Apparently our first ever. This upset Bernard no end – something of a surprise as the man is patriotic beyond reason. (He’s had his alarm clock ‘digitally enhanced’ to play ‘God Save the Queen’; much to Norma’s despair as she’d rather lie in, not stand to attention before she’s even had breakfast.)
It was only when he muttered something about ‘the idiots awarding medals for yoga next’ that I realised he’d mistaken the sport for an exercise regime. Possibly Tai Chi, though I knew better than to argue the point.
Two days earlier, he wanted to know why, as loyal Britons, we had the French flag flying in our garden. It turned out the current Mrs C had hung out a white sheet to dry. Bernard was on his third glass of whisky at the time so this may have been an attempt at humour, though again I kept my head down.
He arrived home safe and sound on Friday evening – having got off his Scottish-bound train at Darlington and caught one going in the right direction. (Though he had to change at Leeds, and was forced to stand for 90 minutes until a pregnant schoolgirl took pity and offered him her seat.)
He’s threatened to visit us again in the not-too-distant future. Mrs C took the call and, to be fair, the word she actually used was ‘promised’. But I think you know where I’m coming from on this one.
In the meantime, here’s another photo from the album. It’s not the best, and I attach it largely because it’s a Sunday, so you probably won’t check in and will never see it:
(Click on above image to enlarge)
Thought for the Day
‘He speaks his mind. Which tends to limit the conversation a bit.’
(I’m saying nothing)