“So who did you see at the pub?” she asked casually as I walked in.
“Nobody. I’d thought Steve or Keith might be there....”
“But they weren’t!” she interrupted, adding, “Which pub did you go to?”
I wasn’t so stupid as to fall into this trap. Or was I?
“White Horse, where else?”
“Somewhere you needed to drive to.”
Sheeet!! I’d been rumbled. But she was more concerned I might have been drink-driving (which I hadn’t) than my pub choice. Phew!
The very next day I returned to my deer dumping ditch. To my amazement, the deer had disappeared.
Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
This bit was not entirely true, except the departure of the deer. Artistic licence! My wife is not the interrogative type and she doesn’t lay traps for me. She’s just lovely.
Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
...amazing to think that someone had risked a dodgy gut for some venison. But then I guess, so might I...🤔
Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
On the subject of venison. Mrs H and I have just had some of the leftovers of venison casserole from last Sunday’s lunch party. We have come over to Suffolk for the day to see ma-in-law. She had been primed and was so looking forward to something tasty... and then. Suffice it to say there is a drabblesworth in the remains of the story...
Christopher over 1 year ago
Sorry for being so late in reading this. It must've been one of the times I was away for a bit, though I usually try to catch up when I get back. I guess it slipped through the cracks. Nice one.
Neville Hunt over 1 year ago
Thanks very much for reading this, Christopher, even if it’s a while ago that I wrote it. Apart from the artistic licence about the interrogation/pub, it’s all completely true. Such a pity.... it would have filled the freezer and kept me in meat for months.... and made my wife very happy. And you have made me happy this Sunday, sitting here on hols in beautiful Salcombe, looking out all all the boats and preparing to take that same Mrs H for a trip up the creeks in my little boat!