The wind shifted to London this week as the green cabbage soup-stuffed Mr Grigg went up to The Smoke for a conference.
He came back laden with two jamboree bags full of goodies - lots of pens for the village quiz on Saturday, two memory sticks, a stress ball, a mug, a pack of tissues, a hand gel dispenser, a wind-up torch, eight remote controlled light switches, a personal alarm, a triangular highlighter pen with nibs at each corner and a gaggle of gonks.
He plunged his hand into one of the bags and pulled out a small thing that looked a bit like a tape measure.
'Now, this is the best thing of all,' he said, like an excited child. I think he was trying to sweeten me up after telling me that drinking until 2.30am in the hotel lounge with two female strangers was called 'networking'.
He held one end of the thing and then pulled a long thread out. He looked puzzled.
'Now what was it the chap said this was for?' he said to himself.
'A garroting device?' I suggested.
He's taking me out for a meal now. It's the least he can do.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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