Another story
Cousin Sally was over for a walk and lunch after Christmas.
We were pleased to be able to entertain her as she usually prefers to entertain us (but that’s another story).
Our walk was round the Bury, young Queen Mum’s home. We visited the church on the way. Lady B-L let us in. Leaving there we skirted the mansion’s grounds. A sprightly, older man approaching sidestepped to give us space. I thanked him.
“That’s Sir Simon, the Queen’s cousin.” whispered Mrs H.
Belatedly, I went to tug my forelock... but alas it wasn’t there! (But that’s another story too...)
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
7 comments add one below
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Christopher over 4 years ago
Nice. I'm looking forward to the other stories too (if you ever get around to writing them).
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Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
Thanks Christopher. Dig in the ribs taken! Should be back on form after Steve’s funeral next week.
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Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
Thanks Drew. I think it might have possibilities (provided I damn well get on with writing them!... and I haven’t forgotten the other unfinished symphonies...) 🧐
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Christopher over 4 years ago
Yeah, get yourself together. The new year will (hopefully) bring new inspirations and new possibilities (and more Fedelta!)
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Christopher over 4 years ago
And RIP again to Mr. McBrevity.
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Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
Thanks both. I finished writing a poem at 3am this morning for me to read at the funeral next week as one of the readings. Not remotely religious though, but Steve’s family, whom I sent it to, reckon he’d have loved it, and so did they, which was a relief. Hopefully it will raise a smile or three. 🤭
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Neville Hunt over 4 years ago
I will certainly add it to Drablr soon if you wish. With 7 verses it will straddle two drabbles, so I’ll set a context to make it fit. I might also do the same for a poem I wrote and read out in church at Jane-o’s wedding, ‘Fatherly Advice’, based on my own recipe for a happy marriage, which went down very well, even with the Bishop... one of the guests came up to me at the reception afterwards telling me he’d heard it before, but had forgotten who wrote it... could I remind him? He didn’t believe me when I said he hadn’t heard it before and that it was me who wrote it a couple of weeks before. I was pretty chuffed, I can say.
