When in Doubt ask….?

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Well my this occasion dears, on I asked Mrs. M.  As you are aware, Gordon, our new manager has invited himself for coffee.  Now there was no way I was going to host this little meeting on my own.  Oh no, I’m not that stupid – well, I may be – but you know that I don’t trust Gordon.  There is no reason for my mistrust, but something tells me that all isn’t as above board as it should be.

He is another, what I would call oily gentleman, who is smarmy around quiet, gentle people. He thinks he is somewhat superior – although that’s just his opinion!  I still haven’t managed to find out much about him.  You would think that there would be many stories about him, as he was an officer in the local police for some years.  However, if there have been stories in the past, they seem to have been forgotten.  Even Teddy with her connections within the divisional police service can’t seem to find out anything of substance.

Anyway my dears, I was explaining to you that as Gordon was coming for coffee, I also invited Mrs. M who was delighted.  I actually arranged for her to arrive a few minutes before Gordon so she was already on her second shortbread biscuit when he appeared.  To say that he was a little surprised to see her… Well he smiled and shook her hand saying “I wasn’t expecting to see you here today” and Mrs. M replied (as we planned) “oh well, I was going to the coffee shop and I thought I call and see whether my friend would like to come with me.  Of course she explained that she was expecting you for coffee, and then asked me if I’d like to stay.”

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What could he say without appearing rude – nothing.  Once I had poured him his coffee and offered the biscuits – he declined, I asked if there was a special reason for him wanting to see me.  He seemed to go slightly more flushed than usual while shaking his head and saying that he was just trying to get to know all the residents!  Now I don’t believe that for a minute.  Neither did Mrs. M as she jumped in immediately and asked whether he would be going to have coffee with her?  Well, he spluttered, and waffled about needing to fit so many appointments into his diary and it may be some time before he has the opportunity to visit all the residents.

I made what I thought was a wonderful suggestion.  “How about we arrange a large coffee morning for everyone who lives here in the day lounge?   You will then be able to meet most folk at one time, and then perhaps make a separate visit to anyone who isn’t available on that day.”   It was very obvious that he didn’t want to do that; however he knew it would be churlish to refuse such a straightforward suggestion.  I told him that I would wait for him to ring me later that day with a couple of dates which were clear in his diary and we would make all the arrangements.  I could tell that he was most unhappy, but couldn’t say so.  He drank his coffee rather quickly, and then said that he needed to go as he had arranged to show a prospective resident one of the vacant flats.

After he had gone, I said to Mrs. M that I realised I had only delayed the meeting which he was determined he was going to have with me.  All I can do is ring Mrs. M or even ask Georgie to pop over if and when he next makes an appearance.  I’m not frightened of him – that would be too strong to say – but he isn’t a man I particularly want to see on my own. 

At some point in the future I will be having a conversation with Gordon – I still don’t know what about, but it’s interesting that he doesn’t want anyone else to be present.  Perhaps that’s something to ponder on. 

I can’t let it worry me and I’m certain it will be fine.  However my dears, when that conversation takes place you can be sure that I’ll tell you all about it.   As Always –

With Love – Jan xx

Published by Jan

I'm retired, disabled and after sudden death of wonderful husband, have moved closer to my son, daughter-in-law and baby, Charlie. I live in sheltered housing at the bottom end of the scale called Independent Living. I had been in an online Knit and Natter group for a couple of years before Ian died and the members of the group were and still are a wonderful support to me. Since moving here I have now got my own little Facebook group where the members are now my friends and extended family. It was suggested that I write a blog - so here we are!!

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