machine for notes, two reams of paper, oh additional cartridges for the PC”.
The following morning the weather remained chilly but the sun was shining, breakfast had been cleared away. Golf today he thought. His clubs were cleaned after he last used them so were his golfing shoes, a dual colour black and white.
He had seen some bright red ones, he thought and giggled to himself, what a load of old rubbish really, did it really make any difference what colour one’s shoes were to the relevance of getting that ball in that hole using up more or less shots than someone else.
“Jack are you there?”
“Yes in the garage” he called, “I was thinking of having a round of golf”.
“Oh I see, I was thinking of a journey into Chester but it will do again”.
He thought and called, “I tell you what we could combine the two”.
“Oh I don’t think so”, she said, “I really don’t fancy driving into Chester alone”.
“No, no” he said, “what I meant was, we could drive to Chester but first I could call at that golf club outside the village, make an enquiry to become a member then afterwards we could continue into Chester”.
“What about the golf?” she asked.
“Oh I could play another day once the membership is sorted”.
It was agreed, she was already dressed and ready in anticipation, and he put away his golf clubs and shoes, and then went inside had a quick brush and polish then put on a white polo neck jumper. His blazer sporting the Farnham Golf club badge, just in case he thought, better to have been a member already, after all, Farnham was a world championship course and had several celebrity members.
They pulled up outside the club, there were numerous cars already parked, he noted the several personalised number plates and two in particular were very familiar being in the same road as where they lived. Anne noticed it to, pointed, but then didn’t speak.
“I won’t be long,” he said as he left the car and within moments arrived in the room containing the enquiry desk.
The room was divided into two parts by a bookshelf down the centre.
Having entered, he looked up saw a notice, which said group enquiries this was on the left of the book display; there was another on the right announcing enquiries. Not knowing which way to go he sauntered forward.
The lady on the desk was speaking on the telephone, saw him arrive so put up a hand holding a pen in a “please wait, I won’t be long, stance”.
He looked at her, a lady in her late forties, possibly early fifties, long nose, with reading glasses on the end, typical he thought, bullshit only moments away. She was sporting a name badge Primrose Pym, “yes” he thought “she was definitely going to be a Primrose Pym”, once he heard those familiar words in the conversation she was having, “I say, rather ooff, quite, quite”. He was not to be disappointed.
Having replaced the telephone on its handset she hesitated, looked at him, adjusted her spectacles then said, “I say do you wish to speak with me?"
“Ah yes” he said and was about to step further forward and utter another word when her hand went up once again to stop him advancing.
She then smiled and said, “The queuing is done the other side you have to join the queue, and you must take your turn”.
He hesitated then leaned forward looking to the left then at her and said “But there is no one here, just you and I, there is no queue”.
“Never the less you must go that side if you wish to speak with me”.
He looked and repeated, “But there is no one here”
“Other side” she repeated.
He turned went back to the door, around the corner and walked along the row of books and stopped.
When he arrived Miss Pym, he guessed she was a Miss not only from her attitude but she was wearing no rings, which did not surprise him now.
He stepped forward and spoke “I have called to enquire about becoming a member”
“A member” she said looking him up and
The following morning the weather remained chilly but the sun was shining, breakfast had been cleared away. Golf today he thought. His clubs were cleaned after he last used them so were his golfing shoes, a dual colour black and white.
He had seen some bright red ones, he thought and giggled to himself, what a load of old rubbish really, did it really make any difference what colour one’s shoes were to the relevance of getting that ball in that hole using up more or less shots than someone else.
“Jack are you there?”
“Yes in the garage” he called, “I was thinking of having a round of golf”.
“Oh I see, I was thinking of a journey into Chester but it will do again”.
He thought and called, “I tell you what we could combine the two”.
“Oh I don’t think so”, she said, “I really don’t fancy driving into Chester alone”.
“No, no” he said, “what I meant was, we could drive to Chester but first I could call at that golf club outside the village, make an enquiry to become a member then afterwards we could continue into Chester”.
“What about the golf?” she asked.
“Oh I could play another day once the membership is sorted”.
It was agreed, she was already dressed and ready in anticipation, and he put away his golf clubs and shoes, and then went inside had a quick brush and polish then put on a white polo neck jumper. His blazer sporting the Farnham Golf club badge, just in case he thought, better to have been a member already, after all, Farnham was a world championship course and had several celebrity members.
They pulled up outside the club, there were numerous cars already parked, he noted the several personalised number plates and two in particular were very familiar being in the same road as where they lived. Anne noticed it to, pointed, but then didn’t speak.
“I won’t be long,” he said as he left the car and within moments arrived in the room containing the enquiry desk.
The room was divided into two parts by a bookshelf down the centre.
Having entered, he looked up saw a notice, which said group enquiries this was on the left of the book display; there was another on the right announcing enquiries. Not knowing which way to go he sauntered forward.
The lady on the desk was speaking on the telephone, saw him arrive so put up a hand holding a pen in a “please wait, I won’t be long, stance”.
He looked at her, a lady in her late forties, possibly early fifties, long nose, with reading glasses on the end, typical he thought, bullshit only moments away. She was sporting a name badge Primrose Pym, “yes” he thought “she was definitely going to be a Primrose Pym”, once he heard those familiar words in the conversation she was having, “I say, rather ooff, quite, quite”. He was not to be disappointed.
Having replaced the telephone on its handset she hesitated, looked at him, adjusted her spectacles then said, “I say do you wish to speak with me?"
“Ah yes” he said and was about to step further forward and utter another word when her hand went up once again to stop him advancing.
She then smiled and said, “The queuing is done the other side you have to join the queue, and you must take your turn”.
He hesitated then leaned forward looking to the left then at her and said “But there is no one here, just you and I, there is no queue”.
“Never the less you must go that side if you wish to speak with me”.
He looked and repeated, “But there is no one here”
“Other side” she repeated.
He turned went back to the door, around the corner and walked along the row of books and stopped.
When he arrived Miss Pym, he guessed she was a Miss not only from her attitude but she was wearing no rings, which did not surprise him now.
He stepped forward and spoke “I have called to enquire about becoming a member”
“A member” she said looking him up and
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