Stalker62
Well-Known Member
I "Keeper' a very small, village Shoot. Very modest, 'make it up as I go' sort of thing.
This morning, my phone vibrated...
"Are you free for a lunch time meeting, to discuss the upcoming shoot dates?
A message from my Farmer.
The first shoot date is on Saturday. This Saturday. The day-after tomorrow Saturday.
Well it's better late than never.
Knowing that the Shoot Captain will also be there, I drive across to the village, to try and come up with some sort of plan; remembering of course that maxim of war:-
"No plan ever survives contact with the enemy".
I am early (I am always early).
The girl behind the jump asks for my order.
"Pint of lager shandy, and the sausages and chips please".
"What lager do you want?"
"I don't care; and as I have ruined it with the addition of lemonade, it does not really matter".
I finish my drink (and my lunch) before the Farmer and the Captain appear...

As I am finishing shovelling chips into my mouth, a rather beautiful woman walks in.
She is wearing furry boots, and has a furry little dog with her.
It looks to me like she once had three dogs, and turned two of them into boots.

I cannot get the image of Cruella de Vil out of my mind...

The meeting (when it finally went ahead) was useful.
We actually have some shape of a plan.
In spite of my 'pre-season' nerves, I am almost looking forward to Saturday.
After all, what is the worst that could happen?
This morning, my phone vibrated...
"Are you free for a lunch time meeting, to discuss the upcoming shoot dates?
A message from my Farmer.
The first shoot date is on Saturday. This Saturday. The day-after tomorrow Saturday.
Well it's better late than never.
Knowing that the Shoot Captain will also be there, I drive across to the village, to try and come up with some sort of plan; remembering of course that maxim of war:-
"No plan ever survives contact with the enemy".
I am early (I am always early).
The girl behind the jump asks for my order.
"Pint of lager shandy, and the sausages and chips please".
"What lager do you want?"
"I don't care; and as I have ruined it with the addition of lemonade, it does not really matter".
I finish my drink (and my lunch) before the Farmer and the Captain appear...

As I am finishing shovelling chips into my mouth, a rather beautiful woman walks in.
She is wearing furry boots, and has a furry little dog with her.
It looks to me like she once had three dogs, and turned two of them into boots.

I cannot get the image of Cruella de Vil out of my mind...

The meeting (when it finally went ahead) was useful.
We actually have some shape of a plan.
In spite of my 'pre-season' nerves, I am almost looking forward to Saturday.
After all, what is the worst that could happen?








