We interrupt our current RDC-centric schedule for an important update. Flat Richie! He is still well and happy, and he has just arrived safe and sound at his 7th stop! It was merely a short journey, and he is still in his homeland…
But rather than me talking, let Tiny Clanger speak. She is currently hosting Sir Guy and the flat Richie… and this is how it transpired:
I arrived home yesterday morning on a typical grey and wet February day after a string of night shifts, with nothing on my mind except an imminent dental appointment and the need for SLEEP!Instead, I got to my door to find a large parcel and a glowering leather-clad (but entirely hot) individual leaning casually in my porch, poking at my potted daffodils with a wicked-looking sword.Sir Guy seemed unimpressed by the accommodations offered by my rather tiny house, sneered at the offer of salad for lunch and was outraged by the idea that there was no wine available.He questioned me closely about whether I was up to date with my taxes and seemed very disappointed when I was able to produce a receipt from HM Customs and Excise stating they had my latest contribution in full and on time. He then remembered that he was escorting Flat Ritchie on his progress and muttered dire warnings about sticking to the rules of the enterprise.I reassured him that I was fully aware of what I could and should be doing and informed him of his next destination. He said that he was glad it wasn’t another trip to the “bloody Holy land” as he was “tired of getting sand in my boots”.For the time being, I have appeased him with a promise of a trip to the local Royal Palace (Hampton Court), so I think he is hoping for an opportunity for some Royal preferment, and I am confident of winning him round in order to send him on his way in a slightly better temper. This is likely to happen on Thursday as I have some more (day) shifts coming up which may render it difficult to find him a good horse and map before then.
I wish I could recount an articulate and fascinating conversation that I had with RA. The truth is that, flustered as usual, I garbled something incoherent like “This is Flat Ritchie he’s travelling round the world in a box. He’s been to the States twice and round Europe and we’re putting gifts in and taking them out’. He said “Ah, impressive” and he asked if he should address it to an individual or in general and I stammered, “An individual, no, in general”. I wish I had been collected enough to suggest a message. He was poker- faced, looking down, but when I said “It would mean the world to us if you signed it”. ( which he was doing anyway!) he looked up and my heart stopped!Isn’t it an odd signature though? Not his usual one It looks like an ice cream at the end.