I had met a nice gentleman on my first day off of the week, so I was in quite a happy space, as he was going to take me around the next day. Everybody was eyeballing me when I brought the man, called Colin, into the pub for a drink, and I got the idea that he was not too welcome. He was a bitty loth to come and meet me there, but I overrode his objections, and in the end he did come, but I could see that he was just a wee bit uncomfortable.
Anyway, we sat in the conservatory, talking and laughing, and decided that he would come and pick me up at ten the next morning. Tony was again quite rude, and I decided to get Colin to tell me what was going on. At first he rallied round, but I wanted to know if there was a secret, so I asked him to either tell me, or take me home. Apparently he had come into the bar for a meal one Saturday before I came, and as he is quite a nice looking man, Caren, who had way too much to drink, had been coming on to him, and Caren's husband, who was also by now nicely sloshed, took exception to her being all over this man, and called for him to come out to the back, for he wanted to give him a few of the best! And, Colin said, all he wanted to do was to eat his meal in peace, and go home.
So everybody, them being friends, got all mad at this poor man, and all he could do was leave his food, and under heavy verbal attack, took to his heels! I did not know him well enough to know whether he was telling the truth, and that he was as innocent as he pleaded, but he was good company, and took me all over the place, showing me things and places that I had not so far found by myself, but when he wanted me to go to his home for the night, I heard a faint alarm bell ringing, and politely declined! It was a good sign to me that he was not upset, but took me home, and waved me a friendly goodbye. I never thought to see him again, but was not unduly upset by the thought!
I was enjoying my work, as Tony was not looking over my shoulder the whole time, but Harry, the boy, stressed me out a bit. I found him taking huge pieces of cake, and big humps of icecream, and as that was happening a lot of times during the day, I knew that by the time the week-end came, we would be out of icecream, and that I would have to bake extra cakes and I was already so busy. Tony just shrugged his shoulders, maybe not seeing the seriousness of this!
He then started whining again about baking some biscuits, and to get him off my back, I stayed on after my shift ended, and we made a lot of biscuits, and I hoped that that would keep his sweet tooth happy, and that he would stay out of the kitchen. As we are not that close to a town, it is bad if we run out of stuff!
Colin phoned on the Sunday night, as I was off the next day, but I did not want to get involved with someone that I was not quite sure about, so I told him that I have made other plans, which I had, as I was going for a swim in Christina's pool, taking Lizzy with! Much safer!