| Oh well....The Warky Report: Cambridge (pp GSTQ) 19:09 - Sep 9 with 851 views | Warkystache |
It's been an odd week.
Tel flew to Miami at 12.15pm today, indirect to New York from Heathrow. I didn't go. He drove to Braintree, parked his car on Tony's drive and they had a cab to Chelmsford railway. Big wheeled suitcases the size of my refrigerator. Bring me sunshine......
He'll be back on these shores on Friday 30th. Meanwhile, his transfer to Nassau from Miami, on Tuesday next week, Mrs Tel an 'ornament', leaving Tony, Sandy and their son en route, seems like an exercise in patience and a few in the first-class lounge. They've travelled business-class to New York. It's probably free champers and Netflix. I advised him to watch 'The Witch' if he got the chance. He snickered. He doesn't like horror.
We've got the keys to the bungalow, although P was embarrassed and doesn't fancy poking her nose in while they're away. She's off today. We've spent much of it in bed. We had breakfast there at 9am, pancakes and berries and tea and kisses. And a bit more fruit as the mood took us. I'll change the sheets tomorrow. I've got loads of spare time now after all....
The weather is grey but warm; the rain pours and makes the rooms dark and soulful. We've kept the lights off and lit great church candles we were keeping for Christmas. They flicker and glow and remind of Victoriana, deeply monochrome pictures of waifs and strays, the great and the good, pince-nez and fantastic jewels, dirty, begrimed poverty captured for ever in a bottle of ink and aspic, never to be repeated, unless the Truss government capitulate and we all suddenly find ourselves back in the poor house.
We've been respectful to the late HM, but not oleaginous. Social media is, as ever, unkind and kind, the grateful overpowered by the ingrates, of which there are many not even born when the Empire obfuscated and was glaikit towards the plights and struggle of the many. HM's highlights are her links to the Second War, albeit by proxy. HMS Steadfast has sailed beyond the sunset. We're left with HM Waity.
I wasn't surprised that an afternoon in the gloom at home to Cambridge United was denied us. It is out of respect. I am 48 years old, born in 1974 when Her Majesty had already reigned for 21 years, and folk were experiencing shortages and venal taxation and three-day weeks and strikes and militancy. We've almost come full circle. My dad, older and wiser than me, commented vis the new King "By God he's too old to do that job now". My dad is two years younger. Life is slowing. It's all Gin and wine and Saga insurances and memories. I'm spending the weekend with them, along with my soon-to-be-wife, whom they adore and who seems to find in them the same adoration and perspicuity. They made their feelings known about my previous wife. They were proved right. I just couldn't see it.
So Tel is away, but he's never forgotten. We watched the sombre news in the pub yesterday. Then, HM was merely unwell and worrisome. We had a great week, imbibing drinks and meals which we shared. He wasn't looking forward to the Miami leg of his trip. "Bleedin' in-laws wanna take us fer meals an' that" he muttered ungraciously. "Nah curries there, it'll be all that Mexican rubbish; bleedin' tachose an' them bur...ri'a's". He prophesied a week on the pan. "Never agrees wiv me, that bean feast stuff". He ate tandoori chops and vindaloo as he scorned the Miami diet.
We should have been on the same flight, a nuestra manera to San Francisco. Now I'm rather glad we're not. We shall instead hunker down and mourn the passing of someone who's never not been our regent. Paula was without regret or remorse for the long flights and the new experiences. She said that having me close was good enough. I nearly cried at this. Then I 'manned up' and gave her a hug. And we finished that bottle of Vodka and the little cans of Red Bull and bought more, with a nice few bottles of red and white and a cheeky bottle of Veuve Cliquot for tomorrow, after we do housework. She's off this weekend, off until next week. No footy tomorrow and I'm left hoping for Tuesday night. She says she'll join me for a walk tomorrow morning. It's Chinese takeaway in a minute so I must go.
Mourn the past and enjoy the future. Everything else will carry on as ever. And best wishes to Marcus Stewart in his brave new battle; may he be blessed as he blessed those who loved him in the blue and those gloves.
Donec iterum conveniant
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Warky you really should write a book, you have such beautiful prose.
There is something v comforting about reading the Warky report each week, rather like hearing the theme tune to the Archers (though I don't like the Archers, just tbe tune, much prefer a good warky) |  |
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