20th October 2019
Nicola had booked a table at the Flintlock Inn in the village of March, just over the Devon boarder. It’s not so much a village, more a hill with houses both sides. We had visited the place before, and Colin had alway talked about their fantastic fish cakes.
As we read the menus, his eyes lit up, he saw his fantasy meal. This was duly ordered.
He could hardly contain his excitement as the waitress placed his meal on the table. His first action was to squeeze the slice of lemon over the fish cakes. Unfortunately it slipped out of his fingers, flew into the air, did a double somersault, bounced on his shirt on the way down, and hit the floor with a splat.
Now he was more concerned about the mark on his clothing. Dabbing at it with a napkin he finally gave up and tucked in to his starter.
Nicola was used to his clumsiness, but the subdued laughter was difficult to contain.
He finished his meal with a triumphant smile, and the innocence that he had provided the entertainment for the rest of us.
I was interested in how the guests had got on in the cottage, so I messaged Louise. She replied that everything had gone well, but she had also picked up another booking for Tuesday to Thursday. I was due back on Monday, but now I had to rethink my plans.
This latest booking meant that the cottage was now booked right up to next Sunday, leaving me a week till I flew back to the US.
Another Lifetime to go 