As you can imagine the good Lady Chair was looking forward to her birthday and had spent the previous week thinking about the treat in store which Chair had promised. Various options had passed through her mind; a quiet meal for two, a trip to the theatre, a weekend in London, or even Paris. Now you and I know Chair better than this and whilst he also considered each of these options, (in cost decending order), each was dismissed on the basis of excessive cost until he eventually saw the advent for the Shackleton Open Day priced at £2 per head.
What a bargain!
The two of them for £4….even less if he could convince the ticket office staff he was a senior citizen….might even be able to include a cup of tea without spending in excess of a fiver.
So, thanks to Chair’s extremely frugal nature, (he insists Generous nature), the good Lady Chair celebrated her birthday crawling through the innards of a Shackleton aircraft and being totally deafened when the engines were struck up. On the journey home one person sat with a wide grin on his face thinking “what a great day, played at airplanes, treated her to her birthday and change from a fiver” The other sat totally dejected thinking “what a c**p day, stubbed my toe on the spar, banged my head, after all these years is that all he thinks I am worth”.
I think you will agree with me the Lady Chair deserves better than treatment at this level.
I understand the day wasn’t a total loss, however, on their return to Ravenhall the table was laden with a celebrationary Gala Pork Pie adorned with the appropriate number of candles and a bottle of Tizer.
Tuck in Chair, at least you enjoyed celebrating the good Lady Chair’s birthday.
Ruth–better luck next year!