On the principle of ‘if you can’t beat them join them,’ he decided to work his deeply held faith out in the world. It transpired that her husband had been a monk, but had found even what was quite an ascetic monastery too worldly. ‘He’s a monk, or at least he used to be!’Īs first lines go, this took some beating. ‘She takes after her dad,’ she explained, when she saw my puzzled look.
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In one pushchair sat a little girl with blonde ringlets, ruddy cheeks and piercing blue eyes, in stark contrast to her mother, whose hair was black and skin ivory. He roared off in his Range Rover, and I passed the rest of the lunch hour talking to two pleasant young women with pushchairs. ‘But I’m sure she’ll be free,’ I stuttered. His eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed – clearly this wasn’t so much an invitation as a summons. I promised to get back to him once I’d checked with Rachel. ‘Oh, I nearly forgot, Lady Polly wondered whether you and Rachel were free for a spot of lunch tomorrow. ‘Just bugger off!’ his Lordship replied, before turning back to me.
‘All right for some, able to park their posh cars here,’ a man mouthed, presumably one of the stallholders we had moved on.
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