3206. Visiting an old friend © Bruce Goodman 15 May 2025

There was no way of getting around it. I was visiting an old friend in the country. I hadn’t seen Janette for maybe three or four years, and I was passing so I popped in. Well she was about to leave for work but if I wanted to hang around for the day on my own then we could catch up once she came home after work. I thought it was a good idea, so she left and I stayed. There wasn’t a great deal for me to do. When boredom took over I kind of looked in her hallway cupboard and discovered a couple of cakes of expensive genuine South American chocolate. Well, I ate them didn’t I? What else do you expect me to do? There was no way I should’ve been looking in her private hallway closet. And even if I drove into town it was extremely unlikely that I could find replacements for the two cakes of expensive genuine South American chocolate. So I’d eaten all the chocolate and now I was in the poo. (Apparently being “in the poo” is an Australian/New Zealand expression but it’s meaning is obvious enough). I wrote a note and left it on the kitchen bench: Hi Janette – I got called away so we’ll have to catch up another time! She probably wouldn’t notice the missing chocolate straight away. I mean, if she was going to eat it immediately she wouldn’t have stored it in the hallway cupboard would she? I was on my way. I’d driven I suppose for about two hours when I remembered I’d left all the chocolate wrapping on the little table next to the armchair in the sitting room. Contact Author Back to Index Next Story Previous Story