The Plot Thickens – Just Jan.
My Dear Friends, a few of you may remember that I had a visit from an elderly gentleman last Tuesday in the early evening. The encounter went something like this –
I opened the door after the bell was rung. A man, in his- late seventies or so, stood there and said “ah, you’re in then”. I wasn’t sure whether it was a question or a statement. However I replied “Yes, I think so”. That received the comment “that’s good – I just wanted to check”. With that, he turned and trotted towards the lift.
It was only a few weeks ago that I met Mrs M – or Mrs Metcalf to give her full surname. I don’t know whether she has a first name – well, I suppose she must have, but everyone just calls her Mrs. M! We met over the telephone – fair enough, that part of the story has become a little convoluted so I’ll move swiftly on.
It transpires that Mrs M now lives down the corridor in a similar flat to mine. She refers to her flat as an apartment – apparently it sounds so much better! I’m not sure what she did in a former life, but it wouldn’t surprise me if she worked in a casino. She carries the most enormous handbag – it reminds me of Mary Poppin’s carpet-bag. It’s ideal for wandering off with balls of yarn, pieces of shortbread and lots of other items. It’s also perfect for carrying plenty of loose change. She has lots of those little plastic money bags all banks give out to customers. I have seen Mrs M remove several bags of change from her handbag, only to put them back again very quickly while she ensures that no-one is watching her.
I have heard on the grapevine that Mrs. M has several visitors who call on her regularly. There’s nothing wrong with this of course – she can have as many visitors as she likes. In her flat (sorry, apartment) she has a card table with a green baize top. This takes pride of place in her living room – referred to as the sitting room! I also know that she is very fond of playing cards and is also a dab hand at throwing a little ball into a roulette wheel. I may well be adding two and two together but I suggest that there may be some gambling going on in Mrs. M’s establishment.
She has a well-stocked bar and some beautiful glasses and is never short of money. Well, she wouldn’t be – I supply her yarn and her other visitors seem to provide a certain amount of cash. If she is the croupier Mrs. M won’t ever lose, will she? Of course, this needs to be kept under wraps as I’m sure she doesn’t have a gaming license.
I’m still not sure how the dapper man who appeared at my door fits in to the plot – but I’m sure that he does – somehow. However I think that may have to be a story for another time.
I hope that you feel you now know a little more about Mrs. M and I’m sure there will be lots more to hear about her – and her friends. I hope that you had an enjoyable weekend however you spent it. As Always –
With Love – Jan xx