After a few tiring, but very splendid days I am ready to hit
the sack. Unfortunately, as it is only Tuesday this is looking unlikely. So
instead, I am going to share with you a true, and rather funny tale… I’m glad someone
can be as beanpole-like as me!
We were sitting on the bank, lapping up the sun and sipping
white wine. What better way to spend a Saturday afternoon than at Henley
Regatta. And the day was about to get
even more enjoyable. A punt, complete with a gramophone and four very rich
people sidled over to the bank where we were sitting outside Maggie’s Bar.
Bumping to the shore a dark haired lady called out with something along the
lines of, “can you possibly find my daughter? She’s wearing a green dress with
flowers…she’s very pretty…” A tall girl soon emerged and seeing her, the lady started
to make her way off the punt. Wobbling slightly, she grabbed onto the gramophone,
which instead of steadying her, swung out onto the water…she followed. Diving
headfirst with a yelp, (grabbing a branch which then snapped) she then emerged
dripping. Hair plastered across her face, and still clutching the gramophone
she dragged herself back into the boat gasping. (Her hat meanwhile was floating
off down the Thames.) The hushed silence that had spread around the punt in
case she had hurt herself, soon changed to chuckles and then hysterics. Only
moments before we had said, ‘Wouldn’t it be funny if someone fell in…’ Well, it
was.
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