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| By jean.day | ||||||||
| 01 September 2006 | ||||||||
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I thought I was killed off back in March, but reading through all the entries I find that I am not only doing well, but drinking sherry in the pub with Doris, and using language which I can assure you would never have touched my lips. And now that I have spotted the stranger, I guess I have to get involved again. I'm not sure I like the stranger describing me as an obviously old lady. “Oh deary me, I don’t know what to do. I need to ask somebody. I’ll call Doris and ask her to come over. “Hello, Doris, it’s Jean here. How are you feeling today? Oh, that’s good. I wonder if you could drop over later. I have something I need to discuss with you. I really feel quite odd I can tell you. So you’ll be over soon? I’ll put the kettle on. Thank you dear.” Mrs. Day put the kettle on and got out the pink wafer biscuits that she knew Doris was partial to. She put out her best china cups and poured milk into the cut glass creamer that she kept for special guests. She wanted Doris to feel comfortable while she was here, so she knew she had to treat her extra specially well. Not five minutes had elapsed when Doris came to the flower shop door. “Hello, Jean. I caught a hint of mystery in your voice so I hurried over as soon as I could get somebody to take over the till for me. Now tell me quick, what is all this about?” Mrs. Day turned the sign on the door to closed and locked the door. She did not want any customers coming in and overhearing this conversation. She ushered Doris to the back room, and gestured for her to sit on the plush chair. Then she poured the water on top of the tea leaves in the already heated teapot. “Hardly anyone makes proper tea these day,” she said with feeling. She left the tea to brew for 3 minutes and then gave it a stir. Milk into the cup first, of course, and then using her silver tea strainer she carefully poured Doris’ drink. “Do you take sugar?” “Ta, two please,” said Doris. Mrs. Day cringed slightly at the common expression but put two level teaspoons of sugar into her friend’s cup and put a silver teaspoon within her reach. “You’ll have a biscuit, I hope. I know you like these.” “Ta,” said Doris again, not realising that Mrs. Day disliked her way of speech, and took two at once. “Common,” scorned Jean but didn’t actually say it out loud. “So what’s up then? What’s got your knickers in a twist this time?” “I don’t appreciate vulgarities, if you don’t mind. And as to what is up, well, how can I put this? There is a new man in the village. Have you seen him?” “Course I have, love. Everybody has seen him. He’s staying at Ernie’s, has a soft spot for Jenny, had coffee with Jane and he’s just now up to get a job at the Manor.” “Oh, I didn’t realise that he had ingratiated himself into the community so quickly. I do wish I had had a chance earlier to put out a warning.” “Whatever are you on about, love?” “He’s not what he seems. I recognised almost straight away. I caught a glimpse of him and then I went closer and had a good long look at him, and I can almost swear it is him.” “Him, who? You aren’t making any sense Jean. He’s an Aussie, new to these parts. You must have him mixed with somebody else.” Just then a loud knock was heard. The ladies ignored it but a minute or so later it came again and a voice shouted, “Hey, I know you are in there.” “I put that sign up so we wouldn’t be bothered. But I suppose I must go and see what this is all about.”
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