Meanwhile, Jim and Ursula, our Swiss friends, former Fallbrookians, now living in Germany, were on their way to Brighton and decided to stop one day early in Winchcombe to see if we had arrived as planned at Snowdrop Cottage. We were delayed getting away from Heathrow and hadn't arrived yet. Jim and Ursula didn't have the cottage address and their phone wasn't working so they walked over to the Plaisterer's Arms on the off-chance that somebody might know it or the Inn would have a telephone book. Jim was frustrated at not finding the Inn and getting cranky. In a loud voice he asked the proprietress if anyone knew where the "damn Snowdrop Cottage" was.
Lisa, sitting in an adjacent room enjoying her beer, looked up and said to B, "That sounds like my ex-husband's brother!" But how unlikely was that? She peeked around the corner to see who the loud mouth was and realized that her ears had not deceived her....the voice was Jim's.
|Ursula, Lisa, B, Me, Jim|
The world is small.