That was a hell of a way to finish your post! And I'm not appreciating the fact that you won't tell me any more until the next instalment.
You are an extremely mean person and I will now wrack my brains on how to get my revenge.
Anyway no such excitement here I'm afraid.
We broke the news to the parents last night that we were going to head back down South so that the Dashing Major could get some things sorted before we headed to New York.
They were devastated. Not at me going after such a short visit. Oh no. That the Dashing Major was going so soon and they were only just starting to get to know him.
I despair.
We popped over to my house before we headed to the motorway and just made sure Reliable Rob and his merry men had everything that they needed. Which of course they did. But he is very polite and very patient with me. Anyway he assures me that by the time I get back the roof will be strengthened (but no insulation yet), the kitchen will be in (but not the washer or dishwasher) and the windows and doors will all be done. There is a 50:50 chance that the cooker may have been delivered and installed.
So he wished us both a happy trip and waved us off. Cheerily. I think perhaps he was glad to have me out of his hair for a while.
We took it in turns driving down but I let the Dashing Major do the last bit as he obviously knows the route to the flat better than I. It was uneventful.
He dropped me and our bags off at the flat and then went into the office to see how things were there.
I decided to grab some bits and pieces to cook something for dinner and bumped into Homely Harry on the way to the supermarket. Dapper Dave had had a terrible day at work so he was on his way to see what delights the supermarket had to offer that might cheer him up.
Anyway long story short we decided that it might be nice to have an impromptu dinner party. Their little boy could nap in the (now) spare room if he got tired and we could all get to know each other better. We also decided that it might be nice to see if Miss Humbug wanted to come over.
Which she did.
So the Dashing Major returned to the flat to find Dapper Dave, Miss Humbug and the Boy playing on the console with much hilarity whilst Homely Harry and I were cooking in the kitchen and shouting over encouragement. Houdini, not to be left out, was curled up on one of the settees fast asleep.
He raised an eyebrow but other than that did not seem at all phased by it. The Dashing Major that is - not Houdini.
We had a lovely meal and a lovely evening. Dapper Dave said that it was just the tonic he needed but that he needed to prepare for a meeting the next day so took the Boy back to their flat to bathe him and put him to bed.
And another bottle of wine got opened and no-one seemed to really want to break up the evening.
And that's when Miss Humbug asked if the Dashing Major had a pack of cards. Which he did. Somewhere. And then found them.
And that's when I learnt that you should never play poker with harmless looking old ladies.
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