Wheely Happy
Welcome!
The absolutely sensational news is that I’ve got my driving licence back. It arrived in Monday morning’s post and I was out on the road on Monday afternoon. Admittedly it wasn’t much of a journey, just a pootle up the road to Sedlescombe village hall. If you’re interested, and I sense that you are, I was going there to collect a few bottles of water. Why? Because a water main had burst and there was no water coming from the taps, which is where we usually get our water.
Unusually for South East Water, they got their act together and repaired it pretty quickly and we now have more bottled water than we strictly need. But I drove to Sedlescombe village hall and all the way back entirely on my own with just a few litres of water for company.
From driving to driving and, with my new found mobility, I’m thinking of re-joining Dale Hill golf club. Another thing I’m thinking of doing is giving talks on cruise ships. I suspect it’s quite a difficult world to break into and so if any of you know of a Cruise Ship Entertainment Officer who’s looking for a 77-year-old semi-retired golf journalist, please get in touch.
The only other significant item this week concerns that appalling incident at the end of June when Rose and I were obliged to wander around Eastbourne very late one exceptionally warm evening searching desperately for somewhere to stay because the flat we thought we had booked was already occupied. To compound the felony Booking.com, who erroneously accepted our booking, our now compounding the felony by not offering us any compensation because they’re not satisfied with the hotel receipts I’ve supplied. So enraged am I by this, that I whizzed off an email threatening to take them to a small claims’ court.
I’ve generously given them seven days to make me a decent offer that I can’t refuse. Failing that, there is the juicy prospect of an Agran v Booking.com battle that could run and run; at least here if nowhere else. Had I not gone into journalism, I think I would have quite enjoyed being a solicitor or barrister. This mighty confrontation should establish whether or not I would have been any good at it.
Unless something dramatic happens in the next seven days, next Friday I might very well post another hilarious letter from that brilliant book ‘Two Ruddy Ducks and a Partridge on Par Three’. Have a fun week.
I can totally see you as a barrister. The wig would suit you. All the best with the Booking.com people - that is some weak s*** they’re giving you.
And I don’t want to be the spelling/grammar freak here (though I do enjoy filling that role sometimes) but it’s ’are’, not ‘our’. Or did you put that in on purpose to see who had read that far and if we were still paying attention? Actually, as Booking.com is a single entity, I would rather you used ‘is’ instead of ‘are’.