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I can’t believe that Candia is leaving Suttonford after defending it against
accusations of cupcake fascism, commented Chlamydia, as she sipped
an iced coffee.
I know, rejoindered Brassica. She is deserting us and going off to The
Cotswolds, to investigate the charity shops of Witney, in case they receive
any SamCam cast-offs.
Yes, that was a nice Roksanda frock Samantha wore outside Downing Street,
on their last day- the orange and navy number. That Nancy was a nice big
sister and the little one…
Flo? Brassie supplied.
Yes, Flo. She was an attractive little girl. Very natural.
‘Frock!’ It’s a long time since I heard that descriptor. It sounds a bit rude,
laughed Brassie.
Anyway, where does Mother Theresa live? Not that I would thank you
for her Vivienne Westwood tartan trouser suit.
No, the PM doesn’t occupy the inglenooks of deepest Pre-Raphaelite territory,
nor does she seem to partake of pot suppers with the MP for Witney and his
set. I believe she lives in Maidenhead… The trouser suit is a bit of a favourite,
so I don’t think she’ll be disposing of it anytime soon to a charitable
establishment.
At least she had the sense not to wear it when visiting Bute House. Wearing
tartan in front of the Scots is like proclaiming that you are an American golfer and/
or feature Trump on your family tree.
I suppose it would be a bit of a red rag to a bull in the case of La Sturgeon.
However, I must say that our Candia is going to have some interesting
neighbours, expatiated Brassie. Kate Moss lives down the road and Alex from
‘Blur’ makes cheese on a farm somewhere in the vicinity.
I once heard Juniper Boothroyd-Smythe call him a ‘swoonbag,’ Clammie
remarked. Don’t you just love the neologisms these kids create, or pick up?
I walked in at that precise moment.
What’s a ‘swoonbag?’ I asked.
Oh, Alex from ‘Blur,’ Brassie explained. Isn’t he going to be on your
doorstep?
Not if I can help it, I said firmly. Who is he anyway?
He makes cheese, Clammie clarified.
Oh. Well, I haven’t got time for farmers’ markets and all that,
I replied. Not at the moment. I have to create denouement for all my
Suttonfordian Chronicles. You know that I have left my characters
stranded in The Borders, on the brink of matrimony. Brexit finished
me off. I didn’t know whether they would have the will to carry on
and whether they would settle in Scotland, or apply for emigration visas.
Diana and Murgatroyd will surely remain ( sorry, unintended pun) in
the pele tower? Brassie queried.
If wee Nicola gives them a passport. Dru and Nigel still have to work
down south and Nigel’s mother would refuse to leave Cornwall. Her
allegiance is to King Arthur, or King Mark, or someone.
What about Virginia and Snod? Clammie enquired.
Yes, what about them? I agreed. Everyone is losing track of their
narrative. I think I will start at the very beginning, to orientate my
readers. Neither character has their pensions yet, so I don’t know if
Snod will just go ahead and retire anyway.
But Virginia loves her micromanagement PA job, Brassie submitted.
Don’t all wives? She would have plenty of scope in re-shaping Gus,
I suggested. Anyway, I am going to post a resume. It’s been so long
that I can’t remember myself how it all started.
Bonne idee! smiled Brassie. I can never remember how it all began.
Are you sitting comfortably?
They both collected a Cath Kidston seat pad, settled on the hard
bistro chairs and hung on my every word.
Candia Comes Clean 