Get on with it Vernon

Life had become a a tentative trickle of possibilities with dimly considered consequences following further upstream.

Life had become a a tentative trickle of possibilities with dimly considered consequences following further upstream.

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When Vernon awoke on the final Thursday of his three week long Easter holiday he knew there was work to do. The sun was streaming through the curtains and his stream of consciousness was but a tentative trickle of possibilities with dimly considered consequences following further upstream. Most urgent was the question of who was going to feed Chucky the pestering cat; most momentous was what he was going to say to Mr Snapper who had texted a terse reminder to him whilst he was soaking in the Brewery.

Vernon knew in his heart of hearts that the answer to both the urgent and the momentous was ‘get on with it’. As he opened a can of cat food, perplexed as always how post-quantum mankind could not yet produce an inoffensive smelling cat food,  he came to the decision that he should say ‘yes’ to Thailand, but that it would be unfair to do so without letting Nsansa know first. Whilst in Edinburgh she had urged him to ‘go with the flow’ the way that she did and in the spirit of that advice he had emailed Claire and Daniel, to let them know that the plans he had finally put to them, were now quite likely to become reality.

After a few pints Vernon had felt as if he were a thousand leagues under the sea.

After a few pints Vernon had felt as if he were twenty thousand leagues under the sea.

Breakfast over and a cursory evaluation of his teaching commitments the coming week completed, Vernon gave Nsansa a ring on her mobile.

“Hello” Nsansa sounded formal and reserved, unusually so.

Nsansa was breathing more deeply than usual and the effect was not an erotic one.

Nsansa was breathing more deeply than usual and the effect was not an erotic one.

“Hi darling, it’s Vernon. Look I need to confirm something with you; it’s quite important. Is it convenient to talk”

“Hello sir, I’m glad you returned my call yes the patient is fine and with me now.” Was this another of Nsansa’s role plays? No, surely not, they were reserved for an audience and it didn’t make sense to fake her role to an audience who knew it already.

“Darling sorry, following  our conversation about Thailand while we were away I have decided to ring Mr Snapper and snap up his offer. Are you okay with that or do we need to talk some more.”

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