"So what do you know about dog racing anyway?"
Nothing much actually, Sally thought to herself. She had no idea where her proposal had sprung from, if that's what you could call it. Another case of engaging mouth before brain, as her husband would have said.
"They chase rabbits on the course?"
Colin looked at her in disbelief. "Tell me something I don't know", he said. "This is all your doing, isn't it? The damn rabbit delivery, the journos, the preposterous dog racing idea? Anything else you want to throw in whilst you're at it?"
Sally looked nervously away from him and caught Matt's eye. It suddenly dawned on her why he was so familiar. That plane trip six months ago, just before Rob made his escape from the marriage. How could she have forgotten?
"Hel-looo?" Colin was standing in front of her now, clearly unhappy. "You going to elaborate on all this, this..." he gesticulated at the surroundings, "this... mess?"
"I'm sorry", said Sally. "It wasn't intentional."
"Oh, fabulous! It's all o-bloody-kay then, is it? What are you? A ten year-old?"
Colin's ears were bright red. Both Sally and Matt could not help staring at them. It was quite a sight, coupled with the ginger hair. Put him in a pixie suit and he could walk right into panto, Sally mused. She was brought back from her wandering thoughts by Matt's voice.
"Com'on guv! It's a brilliant idea! What you so worked up about anyway, eh? That dodgy geezer Sir Percy getting your back up? 'Ave a right one there, you know, some real suspect stuff with 'is expenses an' all that."
"Sally - it is Sally, isn't it?" Colin continued, unfazed by Matt's comments and trying to regain some composure (he knew his ears must be beetroot by now, they were not exactly coy about staring at them), "We need to address this issue and find a solution." He took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. Calming, he thought. Hopefully the colour in his ears would start to fade now.
Sally was staring again, this time at Matt. "I know you," she blurted out. "You were the posh fellow on that flight back from Antigua earlier this year sitting in front of us and chatting up the hostess. Quite a stir you caused, from memory. What's with the fake cockney accent?"
Matt was speechless. So was Colin. Both were thinking the same thing: was this woman for real?
Nothing much actually, Sally thought to herself. She had no idea where her proposal had sprung from, if that's what you could call it. Another case of engaging mouth before brain, as her husband would have said.
"They chase rabbits on the course?"
Colin looked at her in disbelief. "Tell me something I don't know", he said. "This is all your doing, isn't it? The damn rabbit delivery, the journos, the preposterous dog racing idea? Anything else you want to throw in whilst you're at it?"
Sally looked nervously away from him and caught Matt's eye. It suddenly dawned on her why he was so familiar. That plane trip six months ago, just before Rob made his escape from the marriage. How could she have forgotten?
"Hel-looo?" Colin was standing in front of her now, clearly unhappy. "You going to elaborate on all this, this..." he gesticulated at the surroundings, "this... mess?"
"I'm sorry", said Sally. "It wasn't intentional."
"Oh, fabulous! It's all o-bloody-kay then, is it? What are you? A ten year-old?"
Colin's ears were bright red. Both Sally and Matt could not help staring at them. It was quite a sight, coupled with the ginger hair. Put him in a pixie suit and he could walk right into panto, Sally mused. She was brought back from her wandering thoughts by Matt's voice.
"Com'on guv! It's a brilliant idea! What you so worked up about anyway, eh? That dodgy geezer Sir Percy getting your back up? 'Ave a right one there, you know, some real suspect stuff with 'is expenses an' all that."
"Sally - it is Sally, isn't it?" Colin continued, unfazed by Matt's comments and trying to regain some composure (he knew his ears must be beetroot by now, they were not exactly coy about staring at them), "We need to address this issue and find a solution." He took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. Calming, he thought. Hopefully the colour in his ears would start to fade now.
Sally was staring again, this time at Matt. "I know you," she blurted out. "You were the posh fellow on that flight back from Antigua earlier this year sitting in front of us and chatting up the hostess. Quite a stir you caused, from memory. What's with the fake cockney accent?"
Matt was speechless. So was Colin. Both were thinking the same thing: was this woman for real?
