I was supervising Audrey at eleven o’clock last night as she emptied her bowels in the frosty garden when a large head peered over the wall at the bottom near the fuchsias.
‘You look like George Clooney in this light.’ It was Reg.
‘You gave me a fright there, Reginald.’
‘I’ve just walked Maria home. We had a lovely night watching Mamma Mia and drinking margaritas. I’m just about at the stage when I think she’s gonna let me do the business. I’ve already had my hand inside-upstairs and tonight she let me play with her – ‘
‘Thank you! I’ll stop you there, Reg.’ I hastily changed the subject by telling him about my upcoming trip to New York.
He seemed mildly impressed. Before he went on his way he asked me a question: ‘Do you know how to get to Carnegie Hall, Davy?’
‘Go on, tell me.’
‘Practice.’
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