He wouldn’t strike you as a ladies’ man,though he carried himself with a blitheness
that belied his twenty stones, and his tongue
was light as a feather and equally bold
especially after the third or fourth pint
which he swallowed like a medicine,
holding court to the willing on-listeners.
He was proud of the fact that on the only
occasion he decided to risk infidelity
during his marriage and cheat on his wife,
he had gone to great lengths to choose the most
unlikely place on earth to avoid detection.
‘Have a guess,’ he offered, (and we shrugged)
‘The Nolfolk Poultry Club Autumn Show.’
Arm in arm, they wandered along rows of
Bantams, Frizzles and Faverolles and looking
ahead in romantic anticipation saw the familiar
figures of his wife and mother-in-law walking
straight towards them. ‘That took some explaining’
he confided, feigning convincing hurt at the
injustice of it, but he didn’t bother again.
John H Davies
11th February 2011
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