everyone, then I think I’m incapable of loving anyone. The comedowns are getting pretty bad.
– Yeah, I think you’re wise, you’ve put in a fair old bit over the last couple of years. You’ve well paid your dues, gel, ya know? Yvonne laughed then she stood up and embraced Lorraine in a hug which meant more to each woman than either could ever have told each other.
As she left, Lorraine reflected on Yvonne’s love for Glen. No, she wouldn ’t be going to the club with them. When two people were in love you had to leave them to it. Especially when you weren’t in love and wished that you were. That could embarrass. That could hurt.
18 Untitled – Work In Progress
Page 99
The decline of the Earl of Denby continued apace. Servants complained that Flossie, the sheep, made a mess of the quarters, yet he insisted that she would be waited on by a team of hand-maidens, who would keep the animal in luxury and contentment, particularly ensuring that the beast’s fleece was well-groomed and spotless
.
– Flossie, my darling angel, Denby said, rubbing his erect penis against his beloved blackface’s fleece, – you have rescued me from a life of emptiness and despondency since the untimely demise of my wonderful wife … ah, Flossie, please do not mind me talking of that divine lady. I do wish that the two of you could have met! That would have been wonderful. Alas, it can never be, it is just the two of us now, my darling. How you arouse and tantalise me! I am bewitched … The Earl felt himself sliding into the sheep. – … what bliss …
19 The Pathologist’s Report
The Trust Manager, Alan Sweet, had that sinking feeling he’d anticipated for some time. Someone had to be the bearer of bad news. Sweet had a bad feeling about the bumptious Geoffrey Clements, the new pathologist, right from the start. Clements came into his office, without making an appointment, sat down, and thrust a typed report in front of him. After letting Sweet glance through it, he started to speak in deep, stern tones. – … and I have to conclude that the body of Mr Armitage-Welsby has been interfered with in the way I described, since it came into our possession, here at St Hubbin’s.
– Listen, Mr Clements …, Sweet said, looking at the report, – … eh, Geoffrey … we have to be quite sure about this.
– I am quite sure. Hence the report, Clements gruffly observed.
– But surely there are other factors to consider …
– Such as?
– I mean to say, Sweet began, adding a matey wink which he immediately knew was a bad move before Clements’ bearded face could register a disapproving scowl, – Nick Armitage-Welsby attended an English public school and played rugby at all levels. These two factors should be enough to ensure that he was no stranger to these kind of, eh, attentions …
Clements looked astonished.
– I mean, Sweet continued – could the stretching and contusions around the sphincter and the traces of semen not perhaps be the result of some dressing-room pranks and frolics, perhaps at half-time, shortly before the poor unfortunate fellow was brought to us?
– Not in my professional opinion, Clements retorted frostily. – And incidentally, I would like you to know that I attended an English public school and I play rugby with great enthusiasm, though at nowhere near the same level as Nick Armitage-Welsby used to. I have certainly never encountered those practices you talk about and I take great offence at the bland recital of such an offensive stereotype.
– I apologise for any offence caused, Geoffrey. However, as Trust Manager, you appreciate that I have a responsibility to the Trustees who are accountable for any alleged malpractice …
– What about your responsibility to the patients and their relatives?
– Why, that goes without saying, surely. I regard the two as synonymous. But the point is that I can’t go around accusing members of staff of necrophiliac practices. If the press got hold
– Yeah, I think you’re wise, you’ve put in a fair old bit over the last couple of years. You’ve well paid your dues, gel, ya know? Yvonne laughed then she stood up and embraced Lorraine in a hug which meant more to each woman than either could ever have told each other.
As she left, Lorraine reflected on Yvonne’s love for Glen. No, she wouldn ’t be going to the club with them. When two people were in love you had to leave them to it. Especially when you weren’t in love and wished that you were. That could embarrass. That could hurt.
18 Untitled – Work In Progress
Page 99
The decline of the Earl of Denby continued apace. Servants complained that Flossie, the sheep, made a mess of the quarters, yet he insisted that she would be waited on by a team of hand-maidens, who would keep the animal in luxury and contentment, particularly ensuring that the beast’s fleece was well-groomed and spotless
.
– Flossie, my darling angel, Denby said, rubbing his erect penis against his beloved blackface’s fleece, – you have rescued me from a life of emptiness and despondency since the untimely demise of my wonderful wife … ah, Flossie, please do not mind me talking of that divine lady. I do wish that the two of you could have met! That would have been wonderful. Alas, it can never be, it is just the two of us now, my darling. How you arouse and tantalise me! I am bewitched … The Earl felt himself sliding into the sheep. – … what bliss …
19 The Pathologist’s Report
The Trust Manager, Alan Sweet, had that sinking feeling he’d anticipated for some time. Someone had to be the bearer of bad news. Sweet had a bad feeling about the bumptious Geoffrey Clements, the new pathologist, right from the start. Clements came into his office, without making an appointment, sat down, and thrust a typed report in front of him. After letting Sweet glance through it, he started to speak in deep, stern tones. – … and I have to conclude that the body of Mr Armitage-Welsby has been interfered with in the way I described, since it came into our possession, here at St Hubbin’s.
– Listen, Mr Clements …, Sweet said, looking at the report, – … eh, Geoffrey … we have to be quite sure about this.
– I am quite sure. Hence the report, Clements gruffly observed.
– But surely there are other factors to consider …
– Such as?
– I mean to say, Sweet began, adding a matey wink which he immediately knew was a bad move before Clements’ bearded face could register a disapproving scowl, – Nick Armitage-Welsby attended an English public school and played rugby at all levels. These two factors should be enough to ensure that he was no stranger to these kind of, eh, attentions …
Clements looked astonished.
– I mean, Sweet continued – could the stretching and contusions around the sphincter and the traces of semen not perhaps be the result of some dressing-room pranks and frolics, perhaps at half-time, shortly before the poor unfortunate fellow was brought to us?
– Not in my professional opinion, Clements retorted frostily. – And incidentally, I would like you to know that I attended an English public school and I play rugby with great enthusiasm, though at nowhere near the same level as Nick Armitage-Welsby used to. I have certainly never encountered those practices you talk about and I take great offence at the bland recital of such an offensive stereotype.
– I apologise for any offence caused, Geoffrey. However, as Trust Manager, you appreciate that I have a responsibility to the Trustees who are accountable for any alleged malpractice …
– What about your responsibility to the patients and their relatives?
– Why, that goes without saying, surely. I regard the two as synonymous. But the point is that I can’t go around accusing members of staff of necrophiliac practices. If the press got hold
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