It has been a busy weekend. However, we managed to find time to go into the pub yesterday afternoon for a spot of drinking and driving in the form of Scalextrix Sunday. This is a new event in which fully grown men and women get to play around with electric cars. Children are, in the main, banned from taking part. This is probably because one of the best racers was a young lad of about 10 or 11 whose focus and determination was worthy of Jackie Stewart. Middle aged men were quaking in their trainers.
I was somewhat bemused when Dudley came in and requested a pint of water rather than his usual distinctive tipple He looked rather dashing in a Toulouse Lautrec-style beret and cane. At least, I think he had a cane, but perhaps I imagined that. It transpired the beret was not just for effect - it was hiding five stitches. Suddenly, Super Mario's comment on my last posting made sense. On Saturday, a little worse for wear, Dudley went outside for a smoke, leaned over to put his fag out in the receptacle provided but just carried on leaning. It was a fag too far and he ended up banging his head for his efforts.
I do hope we will see him out again. A week or so ago, we went in to the pub for a romantic dinner for two. When I asked for some background music, before Larry the Landlord had a chance to put on the Chi-Lites Greatest Hits (quite a small CD) or say 'shall I sing New York New York?', Dudley came out from Compost Corner - the name we have for the regular drinkers' end of the bar - sat on the piano stool and started to play. He serenaded us with As Time Goes By and other such tunes. A couple on the next table who were celebrating their wedding anniversary looked up and said: 'Oh, isn't this lovely?'
Mr Grigg and I wish Dudley well. We are rather fond of him. It could have happened to anyone. He is not the first person to have injured himself in this way. And he certainly won't be the last. Someone I know broke their wrist when they tripped over the cat at Christmas after a few too many sherries. When I get drunk, my arms gesticulate all over the place like a spider on heat. What do you do?
That's about it
Love Maddie x
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