“He’s a bit ‘Suffolk’, I’m afraid…”
This from the Dog Lady – who you may remember gave me an appointment on April 9th. When I arrived it turned out that her husband had had a puncture and was not at home so we had to reschedule – and now he had decided he didn’t want to see me after all.
The Dog Lady was very apologetic. Her message on the Ansaphone was full of how much she valued me as a customer … how if it had been up to her…
And then she let off the Big Gun: “He’s a bit ‘Suffolk’ if you know what I mean…”
I knew exactly what she meant: Stick-in-the-Mud… Set in His Ways…
But, then of course, this business doesn’t work in Suffolk.
I have heard it doesn’t work in Milton Keynes either – or Somerset…
In fact, as I mentioned on the 13th, customer gathering in Suffolk has now reached crisis point. The piano teacher cancelled as well (he looked me up on Google).
There was nothing for it but to return to the bosom of the Cold Market. I grabbed my prize draw forms and headed for the Car Park – I had to post my grandson’s present anyway…
There were six people in front of me in the queue at the Post Office and four behind – and two tellers.
“It doesn’t matter what time you come in here, there’s always a queue.”
The woman behind me nodded: “I was in here this morning and had to give up. It’s no better now.”
We grumbled contentedly for a minute or two. Then I said the following:
“Mind you, if we’re stuck here, I’ve got something you might like: It’s a prize draw. You could win a car or £10,000 d’you wanna have a go?”
She said: “Oh yes, that would be fun. Better than standing around waiting.”
And now I have an appointment with her on Friday.
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