Roars from the pin stripped suits

Title : Roars from the pin stripped suits

Style : Short Story

By      : Myo Thant

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LEGEND

Act 1. Shredding the skin

Act 2. The interview

Act 3. An Englishman’s Castle

Act 4. The game commences

Act 5. To England, where my heart lies waiting

Act 1. Shredding the skin

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Ex-Captain Timothy Gladstone voiced into his mobile phone, “ Hello mum, how are you?  ”

“ I’m fine Tim, how are you? Is everything now settled? ” His mother, Susan Gladstone worriedly enquired.

Tim replied, “ I am presently on the train from Aldershot to Waterloo. Major Kerr and the Army accepted Resignation of my Commission letter, which I submitted to him about two months back. All done now and we parted on the best of terms. I will miss the Army. After all, they did transform me to be a responsible person, and a code to live by. Mum, the Foreign and Commonwealth Office did reply me an email back on my application and I have an interview with them in two weeks time. How are dad and Vivian these days?  ”

“ They are fine also. As Vivian’s husband Mark is helping out at the farm, John let go the two helpers last month. It’s totally a family business now. Have a word with your dad.”

“ Hello son? How are you? ”

“ I’m fine dad, glad you are managing the farm. Please also convey my love to Vivian and Mark. You all are always in my heart. ”

“ Will do that Tim, and should can we be of any help, do give us a tinkle. You are always welcome to rejoin the family business son. Anytime, hope you know that, right? ”

“ Thanks dad, I’ll put it in mind. Meanwhile, I still wish to walk my own destiny. Love to all and speak to you again soon. ”

“ Bye Tim, love you. ” His father signed off.

“ Bye.” Timothy (Tim) Gladstone said, and disconnected his mobile phone and sank back again into his seat on the train.

Captain Timothy Gladstone that morning handed back his semi-automatic L129A1 rifle and Glock 17 Gen4 pistol, plus all the equipment and wears that needs to be returned to the Armory and Supply Department, and also bided farewell to the soldiers of his platoon. Major Peter Kerr was not only his superior but a true friend also, together with all the Officers and non-commission officers in his company. They were a close-knit lot fending for each other. However Tim Gladstone felt that after serving five years in the Army, it was time for him to try his hand at life as a civilian. He does enjoy serving for Queen and Country and strongly believe that all British citizens should share some of their times for the Crown too. Thus also one of his reasons for submitting an application to the Foreign and Commonwealth Office and continue serve the Crown as a civilian. The famous signal of Admiral Horatio Nelson sent from his flagship HMS Victory on 21.10.1805, ‘England expect every man will do his duty’ during the Battle of Trafalgar comes to his mind. To maintain the green hills of England and ensure a land of milk and honey, how true the signal he thought.

“ Well Sir it’s time for me to say goodbye. From the bottom of my heart, may I say that it has been an honour and a privilege to had served under your command. Major Kerr, I thoroughly enjoyed it with no regrets what so ever. ”

Tim Gladstone did not salute his beloved Major Kerr, as he was no more now in uniform.

“ Ex-Captain Gladstone, same here. Keep in touch and may you be blessed and all your roads ahead be free of Talibans. Good luck old chap. ”

“  Sir, thank you again for your good wishes and I’ll keep in touch. May your future tours be out of harm’s way from the enemies of the Crown, goodbye.  ”

“ Goodbye Tim and take care. ” That said, Major Kerr disappeared back into the barracks office.

Tim Gladstone took the 1334 hours train from Station Road, Aldershot, after a leisurely lunch with Major Peter Kerr and his fellow Officers in the Officers’ Mess, reminiscing about previous tours and their Officer Cadet training days. All very enjoyable and reinforced their brotherhood. The blood bond remained unbreakable even though he has now left the service.

The Southern Railway train ride was only about 51minutes to London Waterloo Station. The weather was dull as usual, but his heart was shinning bright with the thought of freedom from regimental world and the prospects of a civilian life. His dress code of shirt, tie, Black trousers and a Blue-Black Blazer felt rather odd, as normally he would be in his military uniform. His carriage was mainly made up of soldiers and their families looking forward to their out-passes, smiling and laughing. Cannot blame them.

The train pulled into London Waterloo Station platform no.2 at 1425 hours precisely. After the ticketing gate, Tim walked across the main hall and turned left before the ticket sale booths into the safe deposit lockers room. There he searched for box no.1602 and when he found it, slotted the key passed by his best friend Captain Ray Duncan, presently on a tour of duty in Afghanistan. Inside the box were two Yale keys on a simple key chain, which he took and placed in his right Blazer pocket. He then walked over to Tesco Supermarket near the station and purchased milk, sugar, teabags, sliced brown bread, butter, marmalade, soup cans and a few other things.  His duffel bag in one hand and groceries in the other, he took an Underground Tube train to Green Park station. Outside the station, he bought a copy of the day’s Evening Standard and made his way to no.6 Clarges Mews, which was less than five minutes walk. He put one of the Yale keys into the key housing of the apartment and ‘Voila!’ the front door opened.

Once inside, Tim picked up all the letters from the mat and stacked it neatly by the side table. He then placed his duffel bag plus the things bought in the hallway and searched for the electricity and gas main switches. It was not difficult to find, they were both in the hallway near the main door, which he turned on. After placing the food items in the kitchen, Tim proceeded upstairs into the main bedroom and threw his duffel bag on the easy chair and took a long hot shower. The apartment was two stories with two bedrooms on top with attached baths and on the ground floor, kitchen cum dining room plus a lush sitting room, which was nice. Ray did mention that the apartment still belonged his parents where they stayed while both read Law at Queen Mary, University of London. Now they are retired landowners in the County of Surrey. Must be well to do.

That whole day Tim spent wearing Ray’s dressing gown and watching television in the sitting room. He made himself pots of tea while checking apartments to be sold from the advertisements in the day’s Evening Standard. He also must have rang a dozen or so estate agents stating that he wished to purchase unfurnished single room apartment with full amenities in Swiss Cottage area in the north, Chiswick and Ealing areas in the west and Barnes area in the south. All properties to be a short walking distance from an Underground station. For dinner, he made himself brown bread buttered sandwiches with cream of chicken soup from the tins he bought. He slept early around 10.00 p.m. and it felt good to be free of regimented life. From the next day, he viewed apartments the estate agents rang him on his mobile phone. For two weeks he must have walked quite a few miles and saw suburban London at hand for the first time.

Act. 2. The Interview

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At the end of two weeks, the next Monday morning, he wore his John Collier Dark Blue-Black Suit which be bought about a year back in Aldershot High Street, off the peg and headed for St. James Park Underground tube station. He then took a short walk across to no.28 The Broadway, to the Foreign and Commonwealth Office (FCO).

The doorman asked, “ Yes Sir? ”

“ I’m here for a job interview. ” He answered.

The doorman pointed and said, “ Please proceed to the Front Deck at the Lobby and they will direct you as necessary.”

Tim replied, “ Thank you. ”

He proceeded to the Front Desk and declared, “ Good morning, I’m Timothy Gladstone, here for an interview. ”

The lady checked her monitor and replied,“ Good morning Sir, strap this Visitor Card round your neck and take the lift to your left and proceed to the 2nd floor. There, take a seat on the rows of chairs and you’ll be called upon soon. ”

“ Thank you, got it ” said Tim and proceeded as directed.

On the 2nd floor, he found there were a few of them sitting patiently and felt as though being in a museum. After about thirty minutes, a gentleman guided him to a hall where four people sat by a long table and he was shown to a single chair opposite them. Tim did not sit but remained standing. At least the tables and chairs were of wood and the seat coverings were real leather, and not plastic. Suddenly a voice loomed from a gentleman second from the left.

“ Good morning Mr. Gladstone. First I think an introduction will be in order. On my left is Mr. Roscoe, I’m Hoist. On my right is Mrs. Toms followed by Mr. Brunswick. Do sit down and tell us something about yourself. ”  

“ Good morning Madam, Sirs ” and sat down and then continued.

“ My parents are Dairy Farmers in Berkshire and breed and raise cows plus sells milk to a consortium. I am single and educated at King’s College, University of London, reading 18^th Century English Classics. After obtaining my B.A. (Bachelor of Arts) Degree, joined the Army Parachute Regiment. I served three tours in Afghanistan and two in Iraq. Also performed as Training Officer in Oman and The United Arab Emirates (UAE) and resigned my commission as a Captain, about two weeks back. ”

Mr. Roscoe said, “ Been busy I see. Enjoy it abroad? ”

Tim replied, “ Sir, we were trained to do a job, no questions asked, however a bit warm though.”

Mr. Hoist posed another question, “How long did you serve and why did you leave the Army, and what makes you want to join FCO? ”

“ I served five years in the Army and left while I am still young, able and blend back to a career in civilian life. I wish to join FCO and continue to serve the Crown. ”

Mrs. Toms continued, “ Why serve the Crown? ”

“ Well Madam, as a subject of this great country, I feel we ought to do all we can to safeguard our way of life. Queen and Country has given us this wonderful land we love, and our duty to safeguard whether in uniform or otherwise. ”

Mr. Roscoe made a statement, “ I’m sure the pay is much more in the private sector. No? ”

“ It may be so Sir, I do agree that pay is important but not the crucial factor in life or crux of the matter. Do you not agree Sir?  ”

Mr. Roscoe smiled back.

Mr. Brunswick is a graying man and seems to be the oldest of the interview board. He posed a question slowly.

“ Young man what do you think you can contribute to FCO and why should we choose you? ”

“ Mr. Brunswick Sir, I aim to give my loyalty and hard work and do my part to ensure we continue and maintain our way of life. In choosing me, FCO would have invested a person who will yield dividends till retirement. ”

“ Young man, you seem to remember my name. ”

“ Sorry Sir, a force of habit I suppose. Being trained in the Army these things comes naturally without thinking. ”

After a few more bouts of questions and answers, he was given a breather.

Mr. Brunswick said, “ Please wait in the hallway, we’ll give you our decision.”

“ Thank you Madam, Sirs ” and marched out into the hallway.

Tim Gladstone felt that he’s been sitting for hours. Should he fail, he was wondering whether joining the Customs Department might be a good career, however he dislikes wearing uniforms. Thus, questions abound bounced in his head.

Then he heard, “ Mr. Gladstone please enter the interview room again. ”

Tim knocked and waited for an answer to walk in. He stood by his previous chair until Mr. Roscoe asked him to be seated.

“ Do you have any outstanding loans? Were you a member of any groups while at the University? ” Mr. Hoist enquired.

“ No Sir I did not belong to any group while at the University and do not have any outstanding loans either. However, soon I may owe my bank some money as I intend to purchase a small apartment with their loan. ”

Mrs. Toms continued, “See any difference on your second time round in here?”

“ Yes Madam.  Mr. Hoist has taken off his green pullover and changed places with Mr. Roscoe. Furthermore, the paintings of Duke of Wellington and St. James Park in the summer are missing. ”

Mrs. Toms added, “ Anything else? ”

Tim could not refrain himself he smiled and took a shot, “ You looked more lovelier than before.”

Mr. Hoist queried, “ I don’t quite get it?  ”

Mrs. Toms clarified, “ What he meant was ask a stupid question and a stupid answer you will get. Am I right Mr. Gladstone? ”

“ You know you are Madam. ” Replied Tim.

Mr. Roscoe asked, “ You seemed to be quite smart, pick up things quite easily? ”

“ Thank you Sir, it must be my Army training. ” Tim countered back.

Mr. Hoist added, “ Anything you wish to add? ”

“ I can only promise that I’ll give it my best shot. I was a soldier and knew nothing except fighting. Sorry for my sarcastic remark to Mrs. Toms, it will not happen again. In soldiering we were always taught to be responsive, but this was very wrong and out of line. ”

Mrs. Toms added,  “ Apology accepted. Tell me Mr. Gladstone what do you think of this Country’s policies? ”

“ Well Madam our Country policies are not perfect in my view. The previous governments up till today’s addresses the issues near and dear to our hearts, if unsuccessful they will be out at the next election. We have more pluses than minuses while striving for Utopia and Shangri-la. I have yet to see or read about a Country, which has no minuses. Hope it answers your question. ”

Mr. Brunswick commented, “ Harry? ”

Mr. Roscoe smiled and continued, “ I noticed you did not enquire about your pay and when do you think can start work if you are chosen? ”

“ Sir no need to ask about my pay as I know that FCO will be offering me close or same as market rates, otherwise no recruitment advertisement would have been placed in the first place and your office would not have replied to my email application. I also declared that I am about to purchase a small apartment very soon, thus … ”

Mr. Brunswick cut Tim Gladstone short on his tracks.

“ Young man shall we say beginning of next month, that ought to give you ample time to sought your affairs to be in order. Three months on probation. The Front Desk will show you the ropes on the 1^st of next month. 0830 hours, yes? ”

“ Thank you Sir, 1^st of next month 0830 hours should be fine.”

With that, the interview came to a close. Tim Gladstone felt he did rather well and took the lift down to ground floor and handed back his Visitor Card to the Front Desk and made his way to St. James Park Underground station. All done now, no turning back he thought.

Act. 3. An Englishman’s Castle

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Tim Gladstone took an Underground train to Swiss Cottage and viewed again the no.7 Adamson Road apartment (flat) on the first floor. The Victoria era building though four stories, looked pretty well maintained. Three units on first floor and the apartment Tim showed interest was Flat 2A. One large room with attached bathroom (toilet, wash basin and shower) and a reasonable kitchen area, unfurnished of course. Entrance by way of the kitchen, front room window full of light, faces east into the street and the kitchen window faces west to the back yard with only a few minutes walk from the Swiss Cottage station. The structure survey of the apartment showed to be in order with no additional repairs required. He liked the property as it was in a quiet street and the neighborhood seems quite well to do, furthermore added safety being a first floor apartment and not too close to the street and not a high to climb up either, besides the walk was under five minutes from the Tube station. It was the best he viewed so far and the price was manageable thus decided.

Tim then took an Underground train to Holborn and spoke to his Finance Manager of National Westminster (NatWest) Bank at High Holborn, to service a loan for half the apartment value, payable monthly for 20 years. That settled, he informed Kinleigh Folkard & Hayward, his estate agents in West Hampstead on his mobile that the purchase was now firm, and necessary papers to be drawn for his signature, and payment to be made through his NatWest Bank.

Tim then took an Underground train to Hackney and proceeded to The Community Center in the Hackney Town Hall. When he opened the office door on the first floor marked The Community Center, Ann Marie Tibbett looked up and exclaimed, “ Timothy Gladstone, Good Lord this is a surprise, what are you doing here? ”

Ann Marie Tibbett, a practicing barrister, he met her with another girl when Ray Duncan hosted a dinner at a Convent Garden Wine Bar about a year back. She defends and fights for the poor and the destitute, the underprivileged, no matter the colour of their skin nor creed, age or sex. A good-looking English lass from a good stock of academics from Sussex, age about 23 years with a love for home decoration. Not exactly a sexy goddess but presentable, he supposed. A people’s barrister working for pittance on her beliefs, as her parents does not require her financial support. Living together now, with three other girls in a Hackney council flat. 

“ Ann Marie any chance for a few words? ”

“ Sorry Tim, I am working right now but should be finishing soon. See you at the Bull’s Head, down by the main street, say in about 45 minutes? ”

“ Fine, see you there. Sorry for my intrusion. ” Tim closed the office door and headed for the Bull’s Head Pub down the road.

In about an hour, Ann Marie turned up in her black suit, looking rather business like. She reminded him of Ally McBeal, the Lawyer in the American TV Series, he’d watched before.

“ Fancy a drink? ”

“ Yes, Gin and Tonic if you please. Thank you. ”

“ Ann Marie, after our drinks shall we proceed to Soho for a Chinese meal. I am famished and we can have our chit chat there. What do you say? ”

“  Let’s do that Tim. ”

Once their glasses emptied, both made their way to Leicester Square Tube station and walked to Newport Place, New China Restaurant, and he asked Ann Marie to do the honour of ordering.

The waitress came and said, “ Ma’am, Sir, your orders? ” 

Ann Marie said, “ Fresh spring rolls, lotus rice with pork, steamed sea bass with dried prunes, fried Chinese cabbage, and a pot of hot Chinese tea please. ”

When the waitress left to pass the kitchen for preparation of their orders, Ann Marie continued. 

“ What brings you to our neck of the woods? On an out pass? Where is Ray? I feel strange you showing up unannounced?  Anything you want? What say you? ”

Spoken and questioned like a true barrister, force of habit Tim thought.

“ All very valid questions. First, I resigned my commission two weeks ago. Ray is in Afghanistan, believe on his fourth tour there and should not be back for about 3 months. I am presently residing in his London apartment, in Mayfair and starting my new job at the FCO beginning from next month, on 3 months probation. Meantime, I just bought a small flat in Swiss Cottage area, unfurnished with a loan from the bank and I would like you to furnish it within a month with the small funds that I have. Furthermore, I believe in your judgment, better than the interior designers. Believe me, it is no flattery and I do mean it. ”

Timothy Gladstone did not make his decision lightly. It was based on the talks they had sometime back when she said the interior decorations for their parents house in Sussex were done by her, and also their council flat in Hackney. Even though he has not seen her decoration skills, her description was good enough for him. Besides, this was her hobby since school days, thus ought to be good, worthy of appointment.

“ Oh! Like that is it? Why did you leave or were you kicked out of the Army? ”

“ No I was not kicked out. I wanted to be back in a civilian job before I am too old. Better now than later I suppose. Besides, I still believe in serving for Queen and Country even though not wearing a uniform, thus me joining FCO. ”

“ Do you think FCO will let you be their knight in shining armour? ”

“ Not necessarily, I rather be a pen pusher and do my two cents worth. ”

“ I see, any qualms on second hand furniture and fittings? ”

“ No qualms what so ever. Please do not forget I am an ex-soldier. ”

“ I’ll do it on the condition that all decisions must be mine alone and to my taste including colours etc. ”

“ Done. Please do remember I have a rather tight and small budget. ”

“ Pick me up outside Swiss Cottage station on Friday 1800hours, I need to view the apartment first for my assessment. ”

                                                                                               

That Friday, Tim rendezvoused with Ann Marie at 1800hours outside Swiss Cottage station and showed her the bare apartment at no.7 Adamson Road, Flat 2A on the first floor. She took measurements and wrote a few things in her memo and also took a few snap shots with her mobile phone. Satisfied, he took her to an Indian Restaurant on Hackney Main Street and after feasting, accompanied to her council flat. That evening, Tim made a £10,000/- cash cheque for necessary purchases and gave it to her. The next morning at 0900hours, they met at Kilburn station and walked the High Road. She found a store manned by Jamaicans, constructing make to measure cupboards, doors, double-glazing windows and wardrobes, and she agreed to meet with them in the afternoon at the apartment. She needed no services of a contracting firm, as she was the contractor. Next to that store, she chooses the fitted carpet people and tailors for heavy drapes and curtains. She also went into electrician and gas stove fitter stores and she discussed on the reasonably new equipments, work required and costs. After a lunch of fast food at Macdonald, they made back to the apartment for necessary supervision. She was rather methodical in her work programme. Not bad for a lady. Tim just put his hands in the trouser pockets and watched the scene being unfolded.

Back at the apartment, workers came in the afternoon. It was a flurry of activities. Some attended to fixing double-glazing front and back windows, while the electricians worked on fixing heavy duty exhausts in the bathroom and kitchen areas. Relatively new i.e. good second hand modern small gas geezers were to be fitted in the bathroom and the kitchen. Carpenters attended to making cupboards and wardrobes in both rooms and also replacing with a new white painted aluminum folding door at the bathroom and a new plastic sliding door between the kitchen and the main room, all to save money, space, durability, and also to look nice at the same time. A new fireplace was worked on around the old gas fire heater to have a warm homely feeling. Electricians changed the lighting system in the kitchen to four feet long florescent and two foot florescent tubes in the bathroom for brightness, of course all energy saving. The tiles in the bathroom including toilet, washbasin and all fittings were to be new and modern.  Tim was just a spectator, while Ann Marie was the boss. Saturday and Sunday disappeared and weekend was just a name as all time was fully used up till the wee hours.

Weekdays, Ann Marie was at the Bailey ensuring the rights of the have-nots were fully protected to the letter of the law. He sometimes wondered how she could work for pennies, when the Crown’s Council does not even like her or her down and out clients appreciated her work. To each its own or more correctly to each her own, but if it were to him, he would not touch that type of job with a barge pole, not even in a million years.

By Wednesday the painters were in and white washed all the walls with washable emulsion long lasting Dulux white interior paint in both rooms. Next they fitted the kitchen with thick soft square linoleum in plain light green, fully waterproof and washable, so they said. By Friday, a thick carpet of 30% wool and 70% acrylic in seaweed green, remnant piece, was laid in the main room. Tim checked and found it to be made in Belgium and suppose to be long lasting and washable too. Friday evening, Lady Ann Marie made a hawk eye inspection on their jobs and workmanships and phoned the items that required touching ups. Saturday was an excursion from Highgate, Holloway to Wembley Oxfam Stores. They must have visited a half a dozen stores that day. Sunday was the same and by 1800hours, Her Ladyship retired for the week. The following week, matching seaweed green heavy drapes in acrylic velvet, understand again, also remnant pieces were installed with white nylon lace curtains by all windows including the kitchen. Then kitchen equipment started to arrive with a fridge, two gas burners cooker without oven, washing machine, microwave oven and toaster. The deliverymen knew exactly where the equipment was to be placed. The pine table and matching four chairs fitted quite quaintly by the kitchen window. The electricians and gas fitters connected the latest editions according to Her Ladyship orders. Some were in light gray and a touch of light pink but mainly in white. Beggars can’t be choosers after all they were purchased from various Oxham stores, but relatively new, a good second hand for a new lease of life once again.

Ann Marie phoned Tim to give a once over to all the equipment for her inspection on Friday evening. He believes she must have been a drill sergeant in the parachute regiment or Marine Corps during her previous life. That’s for sure.

Friday came and went. The inspection by Lady Ann Marie was about 60% successful and remainder 40% to be brushed up again during the week. This Saturday was a rerun to the various Oxfam stores. Sofa bed, lampshades, chandelier (glass and plastic) for the main room, copy Edwardian corduroy easy chair, large round redwood with glass top low table, 39inches flat Samsung television, 3 foot high indoor plant and an electrical hot air heater for the kitchen, copy of 1910 Picasso’s ‘girl with a mandolin’ framed painting to hang on the wall above the new fire place were bought, of course all in good nick, reasonably priced. Tim also forked out for a bowler hat, gentlemen Fulton black Umbrella, beige weather coat and Black John White leather shoes, which he had not seen for a long time. The Dark Gray Pinstripe three-piece New Wool and Terylene Suit looked unworn, coat size 38 and pants were size 34 with 33 inches inside leg was his size, which he added to his shopping cart. This was to be part of his civilian outfit and looks like no wears shopping for a mighty long time. During the week, all were delivered and placed as per Her Ladyship orders. The clothes he intends to dry-clean in the near future. Sunday morning was spent buying new bed sheets, quilt, pillowcases, light Prussian rug also made in Belgium to be placed on the sofa bed and a few tablecloths from British Home Stores, Ann Marie said cheaper than from Marks and Spencer but the quality was still there. Sunday afternoon was yet back again to Oxfam stores, this time for bare necessities of few pots, pans, cooking utensils, various glasses, dinner set for two plus some stainless steel silverwares. What he liked the most was a kettle with gold colour whistle, all to be delivered by Monday. By Thursday his chores were all done and the apartment looked grand. Friday inspection was 90% successful and he could now move in anytime.

Ann Marie said, “ How about dinner tomorrow evening, say 1900 hours at New China on Newport Place. Okay? ”

He suspected that he owed her some more money towards furnishing his new flat. He must remember to bring along his cheque book. He wondered what the damage was? What’s done was done and all to be revealed the next evening.

“ That’s nice, see you there and don’t forget I’m buying. ”

Come Saturday evening, Tim was having his can of beer and ready to hear the damage. The flat looked excellent and does realize that nothing was free in this world. While he waited for her at the Chinese Restaurant, his thoughts were miles away on his future, his parents and about being in debt to the bank for twenty years, not too comforting he said to himself.

“ Penny for your thoughts and don’t look so grim. ”

Smilingly Ann Marie sat down with a plastic folder beside her and said, “ Would you like to face the music now or preferably after the meal? ”

“ I rather fight my battles first and enjoy a hearty meal with a beautiful lady later. This is all to be expected.  ”

“ As you prefer. In this plastic folder all the invoices and bills are pasted on the attached A4 sheets. As some I settled via the Internet, only the amount was stated and all necessary bills will be forwarded to you in due course when my bank sends me the statement at the end of the month. Date, name of store and items purchased are all clearly mentioned on the top sheet. All my traveling expenses are also mentioned with no bills and roughly 90% of my mobile expenses were estimated for calls made during this exercise. Last but not least as my service charge 3% of the total amount was added on, and I made a cheque contribution for the said amount to The Inner City Home for the Aged in your name. ”

Tim glanced at the top sheet and he noticed that all told the amount was  £9428.80 and a cash cheque for £571.20 was also attached. He could not believe his eyes, he looked at it again and that was it, furnishing expenses were  £9145.94, her service charges was £282.86, he was not dreaming. Not bad at all for what he was getting, he said to himself in his mind. Worth it, except he had to undergo military training again in civilian clothes. Her economics was top notch she and was being kind to him as she could have added more to her service charges and it would have been still reasonable.

“ I expected much, much more. Anyway how can I thank you. You have done a stellar job and I do owe you Ann Marie. ”

“ Glad you like it. No problem, it’s my hobby since young. Enjoy your flat. ”

Timothy Gladstone leaned forward and kissed Ann Marie Tibbett full on the lips. The kiss was longer than necessary but she was not complaining. Both had a hearty dinner and around 10.30 p.m. made their own ways to Hackney and Mayfair.

That night Tim cleaned Ray’s apartment and recovered with bed sheets on all the furnishings. The next morning he cleaned the bathroom and made the bed as he found it and covered it with a bed sheet. He switched off both the electricity and gas mains and left a thank you card on the kitchen table with his new address and a short sentence stating ‘Thanks a million but your deeds are much more than my words.’

That Sunday morning, Tim took Ann Marie to London Bridge Station to catch the 1015 hours to Alfriston, about an hour train ride, where her parents will pick her up from the station in East Sussex for Sunday lunch. He did not join her as he needed to get his new apartment in order and besides he felt much too early to meet her parents.

He than took an Underground train to Waterloo station and made his way to safe deposits room where he placed back the two Yale keys in the locker and put Pound coins into its door and locked it. He than put the locker key into a stamped envelope together with a thank you chit and his new address again and post it to Captain Ray Duncan, The Parachute Regiment, Aldershot. He also sent a card with his new address to Major Kerr and took a Tube train to Swiss Cottage with his duffel bag bound for his new apartment. 

Act 4. The game commences

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On the first of the next month, Tim presented himself at the Front Desk of FCO wearing his bowler hat, Dark Blue-Black Suit and an umbrella in hand at 0830 hours sharp.

“ Good morning, I’m Timothy Gladstone reporting for duty as directed. ”

The lady looked at her computer screen and said, “Good morning Mr. Gladstone. Here is your pass card and hang on to it always. Daily place your pass card on the space provided at the automatic gate on entering and do the same when leaving the building on the other side. After the gate, take the second lift on your right to the 4^th floor and follow the sign directing you to Middle East Department. Place your card on the space allocated by the wall there and the doors should unlock. Once inside, ask someone to direct you to Mr. Harry Roscoe’s office. Comprehend, my dear? ”

“ All very clear indeed, thank you. ”

Tim proceeded as directed and on entering the Middle East Department, the whole ambiance was transformed to a modern control center full of computers, large digital wall maps, display units, clocks and full of people and no more does it resembled a museum, the smell was also different too. He asked a passer by for Mr. Harry Roscoe office and was told to take another lift on the right hand corner to the 5^th floor. On opening of the lift doors the arrow pointed to Mr. H. Roscoe office. He followed the arrow and knocked the office door. The buzzer sounded and he opened the door. Inside was Mr. H. Roscoe in his shirt and his tie was loose who extended his right hand, which he shook.

“ So you made it Gladstone. May I call you Timothy? You can address me as Harry, everybody does. I’ll show you to your section, which has a team of 12 personnel including yourself. It’s a maze here, but you’ll get used to it soon. You are the section chief CO1, meaning Case Officer 1. Your interests are solely to be all things Royal Sultanate of Sharia on the Arabian Gulf. RSS for short, roughly the same size as Qatar surrounded by Saudi Arabia on all borders. Think, read, eat, shit, sleep and work all RSS and you report to me only. Understood? ”

“Please call me Tim Sir, I mean Mr. Roscoe, Sorry. All very clear and well understood Harry. ”

“ That’s my boy. You can ask all that is unclear to your team and I want a short precise report daily at 1700hours. Thomas will update you on this Tim. Remember, 3 months probation. I like your dress code. Now let me introduce you to your CO2 Thomas. ”

Tim was introduced to Thomas who gave him a short introduction on RSS and the team, consisting of a few women too.

“ Hello I’m Thomas, your CO2. RSS is slightly larger than Qatar, but the population is less, about 1.5 million. Main source of income is crude oil export and some petrochemical works too. They have no water but do have a desalinization plant near the city, though not sufficient for the whole country. Some water comes via the borders and also by tankers, then stored in extra large tanks. They have a small air force, army and navy. Our station/section is manned 24/7 by 3 shifts a day, with 2 staff. You and I and a few chaps work normally from 0800 to 1730 weekdays, however depending urgency, may also be weekends too. Most important to remember the word ‘hot’, should you hear that word in a conversation on phone, rush to the station at all costs. I’ll help you do the reports to Harry for the first week and you take over from then on. Do remember all things RSS to be at your fingertip. ”

“ Thank you Thomas and I’ll try my best. Do call me Tim, in line with all. ”

The first day in office being all things new, Tim only left at 2000 hours trying to understand it’s working.  There were three computer terminals at his disposal where he could monitor all in and out emails to and from RSS and watch RSS Television broadcasts from all three stations also. The third monitor was on his work desk where all in and out-going emails from his station can be tabbed upon and to do his reports to Harry. All communiqués with his subordinates are to be via the department’s computer, with totally no paper memos. All rather daunting and he must get used to it soonest possible. The first report to Harry helped by Thomas seems double Dutch to him. Lunch and Dinner periods came and went and Tim did not even felt hungry. The station does has it’s own coffee and tea automatic machine and extra tea bags plus digestive biscuits on free flow basis. The ladies and gentlemen at their work desk looked calm and composed. All were helpful like Thomas and some staff looked Middle Eastern and they seem to read Arabic. Tim took it in with his stride. He managed Sandhurst and no reason not to handle this small station. There were a lot to be read, newspapers, magazines, economic reports and all media publications from RSS and none to leave this station. By the time he left, Tim was a drained man.

Back at his lovely flat, Tim could manage only a buttered sandwich with a mug of tea and fell asleep on the comfortable sofa bed without drawing it out. He even forgot to take off his shoes. Next morning at five thirty without his alarm clock nudging him, he woke up, must be his Army habits, thence had a hot shower and a change of shirt, underpants and socks and put the worn ones into the washing machine as stowage. He was out of the flat by 0700hours and tried to be at his station by 0745 hours, fully refreshed and welcome the day ahead. Tim breakfasted on complimentary mug of tea and a few digestives. He had a few words with Thomas and tried to get into the groves of his regimes. Tim was advised that no news from Harry was good news. He was left alone to manage the section without any interference from Harry. He supposed this was the way around here. The flurries of activities were all around, and each doing their own thing. Thomas told him that this station was the one of the smaller units and Tim cannot fathom what a large station would be like. From the outside, FCO looked a somber and a cold, bleak place but the heart was something else. How true the saying, ‘Never judge a book by its cover’.

The first month at FCO was one big learning curve. However, with each passing day life began to ease bit by bit. Tim began to shoulder his workload and able to prioritize his duties. He was able to design a report with different sub-headings, which was easy to read and understand, at least he does. Tim kept a daily, weekly, monthly, quarterly and yearly statistics and graphs. After a month, he knew what was important. For example, rate of exchange from RSS dollar to English Pound Sterling and US Dollar, daily oil production and exports, RSS Royal family status, economic performance, political climate, changes in defense, performance of English companies, economic and political competitors etc. etc. He has a weekly meeting with his station and listen to their woes, advices and attend to their wellbeing as best as he can and improve the station’s performance at the same time. He cared for the staff and in return they all fended for him too. Thomas and himself were getting on fine and lovingly dubbed as ‘The Twins’ and their motto was, ‘All for one & one for all’ snatched from the film The Three Musketeers. Things were quiet from Harry, thus he must condone to it. His pay was slightly more than he was getting in the Army. Work was similar to the army, except more on reports than usage of armory. Quick reading and deduction was the name of the game. They were nicknamed ‘The Dirty Dozen’ by all. The FCO was one big cow web and no concern of his.

He tries to catch a dinner with Ann Marie during weekends and sends regular emails to his parents at least once in a fortnight. There was a silent protocol between him and Ann Marie, no questions were asked about his work nor hers and no lies or explanations would be forth coming. They chit chat on everything except talk shop. Tim found Ann Marie to be dedicated to her work, highly intelligent, a girl with her own staunch beliefs, family orientated and a good company. Lovely to look at, with long brunette hair, brown smiling eyes and a slim body with so, so legs and would not win any beauty pageant. Still she was a good-looking English lass from good old English stock, not that comparing to a cow. Three months passed by with no comments from Harry. He was in the opinion that he should enroll for Arabic evening classes next fall. Work was interesting to say the least. Tim tries to have a hot meal in the basement canteen during lunch breaks as that was most likely to be the only hot meal of the day. Tim rarely cooks back at the flat and weekday dinners were sandwiches with soup or just instant noodles, cheap and easy to prepare and does not require rocket science. Should one weekend be spent with Ann Marie having Chinese with a movie or a play, the next day would be a washday for the week and a spot of ironing. As the bathroom was too small, hanging of washes were done in the kitchen on retractable clothe lines from wall to wall, near the ceiling, which he did not know existed till then. Tim also slept in his drawn out sofa bed only on Friday and Saturday nights. The rest of the nights were spent on the sofa bed with a bed sheet over it and a warm quilt. Pure laziness he supposed. His Oxfam Pinstripe Dark Gray three-piece suit after dry cleaning was grand, and fitted him nicely and looked a proper City Gentleman. A good buy indeed. Tim was getting used to a life of an English Bachelor Gentleman. Changing career from the Army to civilian life was a good move at the right time and suited his life style perfectly.

After about six months, there was a short email memo from Harry to see him in his office on Tuesday at 1500 hours. That was a surprise and Tim could not make head or tail of it. Face the music and be done with, he consoled himself. On that day at the appointed time in his complete suit attire, he knocked and the buzzer sounded and entered the office.

“ Tim my dear boy, do take a seat. Your daily, monthly and quarterly were good data. I can sense that you wish to add something or was I wrong? ” Harry declared.

“ You are never wrong Sir, begging your pardon Harry, Sir. ”

“ Well do go on old boy, suspense does no good for anybody. ”

“ Sir, Harry, I feel FCO ought to give a call at RSS as the political climate there might change next year with the impending election. The Peoples’ Party is gaining ground weekly and the traditional Democratic Party of Sharia is slowly loosing pace. The Head of both parties may be all related to the Prince, but they are individuals too in their own right. The people there wants change and since our British presence in the oil and telecommunication businesses are strong, it seems such a shame to loose out to American, Dutch, Russian and Chinese companies waiting in the wings to pounce. American and Dutch Companies do have a proven track record in Saudi Arabia. Besides, major British oil contracts will be expiring soon and will be at the mercy of the next government. Our Embassy in Abu Ali is keeping an eye, however they are too busy and FCO is more competent in these types of matters in my humble opinion. FCO should develop new bonds with the businesses akin to Peoples’ Party while maintaining our ties with Democratic Party of Sharia. It’s a win, win situation Harry. The dollar and cents are too great to Britain, should some unforeseen dire situation develops. God forbid. Furthermore Britain’s interests in RSS may be small compared to other countries in the Gulf, but I still believe a bird in hand is worth two in the bush.  ”

“ Good grief! Well said Tim and nothing wrong with your assessment. You’ve been with us six months, yes? ”

“ Actually I’m in my seventh month here. May I add Harry that I still have not touched on new defense contracts and existing maintenance and spares contracts worth billions of Pound Sterling. ”

Harry Roscoe got up and gazed out from his window. Tim does not know what he saw but the weather outside was gloomy with a slight drizzle. He was in his usual shirt and loose tie with a mug of tea on his worktable. After a few seconds silence, he sat down again and was lost in thought again. A minute or so went by, Harry then put his right hand fingers under his chin and commented the following.

“ Quite right my boy. It’s about time FCO makes a call on all at RSS. It’s been too long since we paid a visit to them. Fluid and warm relations harms nobody considering the stakes at hand.  ”

“ Thank you Harry for lending me your ears and sorry to taking up your time. ”

Tim Gladstone got up and made for the door feeling at least lighter for getting off his chest and to move on.

“ Wait a minute Tim, I still have not finished. I cannot recall granting my permission for your exit and be excused? Take a seat back old boy till I have said my piece. It’s not enough to just get it off your chest and do remember I am the boss around here. ”

“ Sorry Harry, you are quite right. ” that said, Tim sat down again.

After Harry Roscoe compose himself, sat upright and made a statement.

“ Tim take a week sabbatical from next Tuesday and proceed by RSS Airlines to Abu Ali. Go buy the best presents money can offer for the Royal family, Minister of Energy and his immediate family and for the top two officials and their wives of The Peoples’ Party. Book a deluxe at the Abu Ali Hilton, I will let our Ambassador know of your trip but don’t expect too much assistance from them. It will mostly be a one-man show. You can claim back as usual with authentic receipts and while I’m at it, you may claim back 80% of your mobile charges made and not for the whole bill from your fourth month here. Keep Thomas posted of the developments and ask Mrs. Pulsifer to do the necessary bookings, tourist class return and remember not to buy the High Street stuff. Go do your full research and you are to make an interim report via the diplomatic pouch from Abu Ali, and a through, but precise report on the day of your return here. All understood or do I have to repeat myself? ”

“ All very precise and well understood. Permission to be dismissed Harry? ”

“ Permission granted and do a through job. That is all for the time being. ”

Now Tim Gladstone understood why Harry Roscoe was sitting in an office while he and the cattle were outside. The man was through and did know his stuff. He could read people’s mind from the reports they submitted and without a need for a chat. He was called in not for his opinions, but wanted to give him a briefing without a memo and records, as such. A very through and cleaver man, Harry Roscoe was not just a simple graying well rounded pen pusher but rather a genius at work. He wondered whether he’ll be at that level intellectually in time to come. Once back at his workstation, he ploughed through the research to be made before his impending trip. He wondered whether Harry Roscoe was married with children. Not his position to ask and he would not be the cat that got killed for its curiosity. He also wondered whether there were a microphone and a camera trained on them. There was nothing to hide, thus was not too worried, anyway it was a bit late now.

Tim went to Channel Designer Store on Oxford Street, Alfred Dunhill House on Jermyn Street and to a small dedicated shop making rare falcon hoods at Doddington Place Gardens and did all his purchases. All the stores wanted his address due to large purchases but he declined and rather remained anonymous for obvious reasons. Next Tuesday morning at 0608 hours, he left for Abu Ali on RSS Airlines Airbus A380-800 (388) V1, isle seat 49H starboard side. The flight time was under 6 hours and by 1338 hours Abu Ali time (same time as Kuwait City), the aircraft landed at Princess Shakira International Airport. His baggage was not that heavy as the gifts were small and light, but rather expensive, very much more than his annual salary. Bob Gilbert, the First Secretary from the Embassy was waiting for him at the arrival gate. He checked in at the Abu Ali Hilton, and his call on the Prince was scheduled the next morning at 0900 hours and seeing the Energy Minister was at 1400 hours in the afternoon. That arrival afternoon Tim slept without lunch due to his early morning rush to Heathrow. Slept and fully refreshed after a hot shower, Tim attended the cocktail followed by dinner hosted by H.E. Mr. Abel Goodchild and his madam at the British Embassy in the evening. He thanked the Ambassador for his kind arrangements and would not be imposing on him further except to forward his small brown envelope coming Thursday per kind favour of the Embassy’s diplomatic pouch addressed to Mr. H. Roscoe at FCO London. The evening went well and by eleven, he was back in his hotel bed.

Next morning at 0800 hours, Bob Gilbert was waiting for him at the lobby. By 0900 hours sharp, both were at the Palace Office to see HRH The Prince.

The young Captain, The Adjutant Officer said, “ Sorry for the delay gentlemen. The Prince is attending some unexpected urgent matter of the State. His Royal Highness The Prince should be free soon. ” 

They sat for more than an hour. Tim did not minded the wait as they were in an air-conditioned room. After quite sometime, The Adjutant Officer announced “ HRH The Prince will see you both now. Please proceed to the Call Room ahead. ”

Inside HRH The Prince was sitting on his gilded throne. He commented, “ What do I owe this pleasure? ”

Bob Gilbert replied, “ This is Tim Gladstone from our FCO in London and he is here to pay his courtesy to Your Royal Highness. ”

HRH The Prince continued, “ Anything I can do for you Mr. Tim Gladstone? ”

Tim stated, “ Allah is Great. Thank you Your Royal Highness Prince Bin Mohamed for your precious time. I’m Tim Gladstone from the Foreign and Commonwealth Office, London. I joined the Royal Sultanate of Sharia Desk a few months back and am here to offer my humble services to Your Royal Highness together with our superiors at FCO. Please accept my token of gifts to you and Her Royal Highness Princess Adara, and may I also present my humble card so that I maybe of service to Your Royal Highness. ”

Getting up the HRH The Prince commented, “ Come join me and I’ll show you both my small museum and shall later have a strong cup of coffee. You speak well for an Englishman. No offence intended. ”

“ None taken Your Royal Highness. ” Tim replied.

They spent about an hour drinking coffee and talked about the Middle East. HRH The Prince was quite taken in by Tim Gladstone mode of talk and looked forward to his next visit soon. That said, they requested to be excused and made for the exit. The weather outside was not warm it was burning hot with temperatures in the high forties centigrade, Tim in his dark Blue-Black John Collier Suit made it unbearable. They drove back to the hotel and had lunch at the Lounge Café. By 1330 hours they drove to the Ministry of Energy for their appointment with H.E. Abdul Barker. There was no wait, the Minister agreed to meet in his office.

“ Welcome Bob Gilbert what can we do for you? ”

“ Your Excellency, this is Mr. Tim Gladstone from our Foreign and Commonwealth Office in London to pay his respects to you. ”

“ Yes Mr. Tim Gladstone? ”

“ His Excellency Minister Mr. Abdul Baker, Allah is Great, I am Tim Gladstone from FCO in London, am here to pay my respects together with my superiors salutations at FCO. Since I have not paid my respects since I joined about seven months ago, I am here in person to reinforce our commitment to your Excellency. Kindly accept my humble gifts to you Sir, Madam Fadiya and your two young sons Sahid and Anil. I have no requests and ask for your kind forgiveness, as I did not make this trip earlier. ”

“ Thank you for your presents and our Ministry of Energy appreciate your kind gesture and at this moment in time has no special issues with FCO. ”

“ Your Excellency is too kind. Please accept my humble card.  Do not hesitate to contact me or our London office should there be something that we can do. I think I have taken up your valuable time, thus may we kindly ask for our leave. ” 

“ Anytime Mr. Tim Gladstone. Your kind FCO attended to me well each time I visited London for a meeting and Mr. Bob Gilbert is always here to assist at first hand. Thank you for your call and you are most welcome to visit us at your opportunity. ”

They had a few more pleasantries and left soon after, back to the hotel. Tim thanked Bob Gilbert for his kind assistance and informed him that it is no more necessary for his help and will make a call on the Embassy on Thursday morning for his report to be dispatched per diplomatic pouch to FCO. He then retired back to his room to make his own appointments with The Chairman of Sharia Oil the next Thursday late morning and with General Najafi at the Ministry of Defense that afternoon. Friday and Saturday being holidays in Sharia, Tim confirmed his direct flight back for beginning of early of Tuesday, to enable him proceed to office on same morning. All done, he punched an interim report for Harry on his laptop and stored it on a thumb drive and placed it in brown envelope and addressed to Mr. H. Roscoe, FCO, London. Satisfied, he had a quiet dinner in the hotel after which he watched a culture floor show also in the hotel and had his beauty sleep.

Next morning Tim had an early breakfast and with his presents in tow headed for the British Embassy by taxi. Then he handed the brown envelope to Bob Gilbert and headed to see H.E. Sheik Rahimh at Sharia Oil. The drive took nearly an hour by taxi but the ride was cool in the car’s air-conditioned interior. Around ten he was permitted to see the Chairman of Sharia Oil.

The Chairman reading his card asked, “ I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of your company before? ”

“ Allah be praised. You are quite right Your Excellency. This is my first time in your wonderful land of Sharia. I work for the Foreign and Commonwealth Office in London and heard so much good things about you that decided to make a call on you and see for myself. ”

“ I’m in the oil business and you are a civil servant. We are like oil and water so to speak. What can I do for you? ”

“ Your Excellency before I proceed, please accept my gift of a falcon head cover, hand made by Ken Hooke in Desert Hurr style, special limited edition, and for madam a Channel cologne which I hope is to her liking. ”

 Chairman opened the wrapping of the falcon hood and broadly smiled and said, “ How do you know that I’m into the sport of falconry? ”

“ No need to guess Your Excellency, such a gentleman like yourself is to be sure a falconer. ”

Actually, Tim already made his research in London and could tell a thing or two about the Chairman, eyebrows not only be raised but fly off too.

“ I still say what brings you here to my office? ”

“ There is so much write-up about yourself in our media that it compels me to meet you in person and admire your wisdom. Personally, I do not have any business with Your Excellency. ”

“ Tim Gladstone, why don’t you join me to my desert tent and share an evening meal with me and I can show you my falcon. Tomorrow is a holiday. Where do you stay? My chauffer can pick you up? ”

“ Your Excellency is kind, thank you. I’m in the Hilton, room 1614. ”

“ Good. My chauffer will pick you up tomorrow at 1800 hours. Do wear your casual clothes and not the suit you are wearing. Bring along something warm, as nights can be quite nippy in the desert. ”

After a few pleasantries, Tim Gladstone took his leave for his hotel and charted his next step and had a quiet lunch and dinner by himself. Friday morning and afternoon were spent doing his report and catching up on his sleeping too. His report was coming on nicely and Tim added each day activities with sound reasons. By late afternoon, he had a shower and was in his jeans and a loose flowing white shirt. When the hotel telephone rang from Reception, Tim grabbed his army pullover and made his way to the waiting car for a trip into the desert.

It was around 1900 hours by the time they reached the desert tent. Tim did not see any horses or camels, but in lieu a fleet of Land Rovers instead. H.E. Sheik Rahimh greeted him and they proceeded into the tent. Inside was his falcon with the hood on its head on a special stand, which he gave yesterday. They talked and enjoyed Almond Blossom tea, which was a little strange he thought, but nice. H.E. Sheik Rahimh showed his pride and joy holding the falcon on his gloved hand. The falcon was truly majestic, a bird of prey.  Around eight, they were served Arabian Laham Mandi, whole roasted goat on top of a bed of fragrant rice with lemon halves, sliced green peppers and hard-boiled eggs around, served on a large round copper tray. Underneath the roast goat was sliver of livers and choice parts and it’s head. As the guest of honour, he was served with pieces of choice parts, goat eyeballs and some brain. It may sound revolting, but tasted so delicious.  After a long meal, small cups of Arabian coffee were served, brewed with freshly lightly roasted coffee beans and a dash of cardamom and saffron. The conversation was tops and interesting, and from the talks he could sense that the Sheik was a good man with a heart of gold. He was heading projects most beneficial to the people of his country. Profits were poured back into his projects. Tim liked most the projects were to teach self-help.

Around eleven the Sheik enquired, “ So Mr. Tim Gladstone, how was the evening? Did you enjoy it? The pleasures of the desert are somewhat limited. ”

“ Sir, Your Excellency, to be utterly honest, this was the best and stress free experience I’ve had for a very, very long time. The meal was excellent, so was the tea and coffee, last but not least, your company was most enjoyable and I can listen to you through out the night. ”

“ You are kind Mr. Tim Gladstone, would you join me again tomorrow. My Father   plus an Uncle and the family will be here. Saturday is a holiday here and a sort of a family gathering. You are most welcomed. ”

“ Your Excellency, I cannot say no to another an exquisite evening. ”

“So, it’s all settled. My car will pick you up same time tomorrow. ”

“ Thank you again Sir, may I beg my leave. The night is getting deep. ”

Thus ended an enjoyable evening with full senses and not drunk in the least. The drive back to the hotel was cool. Tim hit the sack without further ado. Saturday morning, Tim had a late complimentary breakfast and filled his stomach with the buffet lay out. Lunch was skipped due to heavy breakfast and did his accounting. Gift bills needs to be claimed back and Harry believed in detailed accounting and must be fully in order and accountable. Cannot say he’s wrong on that. By 1730 hours he was in the lobby reading the day’s Times.  As usual he was picked up at 1800 hours for the drive into the desert. In the tent were H.E. Sheik Rahimh and his father H.H. Ali Bin Rahimh and his uncle H.H. Mohamed Bin Rahimh and their families. They were smoking Sheesha, taking turns on the water pipe. Tim was introduced and all sat on the rug and he was asked to join in the smoke. Not being a smoking man but did try not to be rude, and found it to be sweet and cool with a hint of tobacco. He did not drag the smoke into his lungs.

The senior H.H. Ali Bin Rahimh said, “ I’ll make you a smoker yet. ” and laughed.

Tea was also served, but strangely ladies were not part of the conversation. Tim took the opportunity and said,  “ Allah be praised. His Highnesses Ali Bin Rahimh and Mohamed Bin Rahimh, kindly accept a token of my humble gratitude of a falcon hood designed by a Japanese designer and Channel cologne for madams. For you Sir, His Excellency Sheik Rahimh, a Dunhill white gold cufflinks with inset diamonds, befitting such a gentleman like you. ”

All liked their presents and His Excellency said, “ You don’t need to give me another present. ”

Tim strongly said, “ I insist Your Excellency. ”

His Excellency smiled and commented, “ My father is in the petrochemical business and my uncle is in construction. However first and foremost, they are politicians, Head of the Peoples’ Party. ” 

“  Tim Gladstone at your service Sirs. ”

They chatted and dinner was served with Tharid, a favourate of Prophet Mohamed, made with layers of regag (bread made with eggs and cheese) soaked with the stock from salona (Arabian stew flavored with spices and dried limes) topped with meat and vegetables cooked in the stock. They feasted on throw- away paper plates. They also made bread desert style, which was optional. All the same it was most enjoyable. While having coffee, Tim put on his pullover, as the wind was getting colder.

The senior H.H. Ali Bin Rahimh said, “ Tim Gladstone, that’s an Army sweater. ”

“ Yes Your Highness, I was a Captain in the Parachute Regiment. ”

“ Good. We are all ex-soldiers here. Do tell me what should be the health and education and health policies in our country.  I know you are just a civil servant, just your thoughts, please do share. ”

“ Well Your Highness I am but a simple man and an ex-soldier, thus my ideas may sound a bit mundane. Should I am to address, first on health. Building new hospitals and training more doctors are important but I would introduce                ‘barefoot doctors polices’”.

“ Please elaborate, I don’t quite follow you.” Said the senior Rahimh.

“ Sir, Chairman Mao Si Tung in China overhauled their health service by arranging doctors to walk and visit the population and attend in the outback. Here in Sharia, should the same be applied to visit the nomads and small population enclaves, a lot of money can be saved but yet effective. Flying doctor service would also help the cause. ”

“ Damn good idea. What about education? ”

“ I would deploy an old Australian and British policies, tested and proven effective. Australia has an education programme, where far to reach households were taught on radio at designated times daily, reaching vast areas and questions can be posed on radio in real time too. All one needed was a transceiver and a battery. Textbooks, transceivers and batteries to be distributed, free of charge and spares can be made from a single point and recoup the investment on long-term basis making it affordable for the masses. For higher education, television can also be deployed. After all this country has three networks, quite easy to set up and physical attendance can be on a short period basis around the country. People here in the desert have been on the move, since well before Prophet Mohamed period and shall continue to do so. No stopping this. The main thing is to educate them all. ”

“ What simple ideas, I must say. ”

They continued talked will into the night and also discussed about Afghanistan and asked about his ideas on defusing the current tension.

“ Sirs, I did three tours in Afghanistan. I saw it as a land of various warlords and no one warlord can rule, as there will always be someone or some groups unhappy or envious. Kabul is just another fraction. Similar to China, unless there is someone all can trust, this tension will continue. If China can find Mao Si Tung, Afghanistan should seriously seek out such a man. It is not impossible. ”

Around midnight he was driven back to the hotel. Working on Sunday felt a bit strange. He made an appointment to see Rear Admiral Safar at Point Ali Naval Base in the afternoon. The drive by taxi took more than 2 hours. On arriving there, he was straight away shown to Rear Admiral Safar Call Room. With scented tea in their hands, Tim first handed a gift of Dunhill white gold set cuff links, and a Channel shawl for madam. The Rear Admiral was trained at Dartmouth College and his twin sons were attending Sandhurst College for 44 weeks. When Tim told the Rear Admiral that was his old school, the conversation dragged on till the late afternoon. He was informed that his sons were more keen to be soldiers, rather than follow his footsteps in the Navy. Since the discussions were not completed, he was permitted to see the Rear Admiral again at 0900 hours the next morning. Tim kindly offered the Rear Admiral to view the Fast Patrol Boats (FPB) or Offshore Patrol Vessels (OPV) including Modern Corvettes from the Royal Navy or to be built by BAE (British Aerospace), Europe largest Defense Industry, MES (Marconi Electronic System) and Vosper Thornycoft which has been introduced in many Navies including Navies of some Gulf States and South American and African Countries. Should he so desires, FCO can also act as Sharia’s broker looking at other coastal defense ships, fast strike crafts built in Sweden, France or Denmark etc. With strategic coastline and the need to protect important ports such as Port Ali, Bandar Rusdi, Dilam Point, Salam and many more with SBM (single buoy moorings) being the bread and butter of the State. Besides, a strong defense force also win over respect around the region, and maintain the balance of peace while keeping the State’s bloodline open and safe. Favorable payment terms can be negotiated with FCO assistance. With that Tim Gladstone left for Princess Shakira International Airport for his flight back to London.

At the airport, Tim bought 2 large boxes of Ferrero Rocher chocolates for the staff and an Armani Eau de Toilette for Thomas, which Tim would not claim back.  Harry does not appreciate gifts or presents. The Airbus A380 took off at 0148 hours and the flight was only half full which gave him the privacy to work on his laptop and landed at Heathrow 0535 hours London time. He took a taxi back to Swiss Cottage, showered and changed into a new pair of suit and made for the FCO as usual.

Once in the office Tim distributed the gifts and submitted his report, which was on thumb drive into the FCO computer system for Harry eyes. His claim form was also submitted the way Mr. Roscoe taught. He discussed further with Thomas and by afternoon at 1700 hours the daily report was submitted promptly. Tim left for his apartment at 1800 hours for a quick dinner of instant noodles and slept. The week was promising as far as he was concerned.

The weeks went by with silence from Harry, thus he concluded that Harry was satisfied. The work became more of a routine at least he could now breathe. Within six months from his trip, there was an election in RSS and Peoples’ Party won. The change of government was smooth, with the new government headed by His Highness Prince Ali Bin Rahmih, who invited some of the Sheiks from the previous government into his cabinet. The new Health and Education policies went down well with the country and most were happy with roving doctors and basic education on the move. No blood was spilled nor fighting between various tribes and not a single shot was fired. The military stood by the new government and the transition was seamless. He was also glad to notice that all exiting British companies contracts were renewed. In fact, some new businesses bloomed according statistics. Tim Gladstone went to see the twin boys at Sandhurst during their third term for a dinner at the Moroccan Restaurant, no. 96 Kensington High Street and a night of gambling at the Playboy Club, 14 Old Park Lane. At least all should go well for the next five years, he hoped.

 One day he met Harry in the bogs who said, “ Tim old man, you’ve been earmarked for some intensive training during the following months. It will be on half-day basis during weekdays. Not to worry, all taken care of. ”

Tim was not worried but his thoughts were on FCO, who should maintain all relationships at RSS, from the previous and present governments. Cordial relationships with His Royal Highness Prince Bin Mohamed to be maintained and he expects that yearly visits there would be most helpful to Her Majesty Government.

Act 5. To England, where my heart lies waiting

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A week after New Year while having a Steak and Kidney Pie with spuds, green peas and carrots during the lunch break in the basement canteen, Tim’s mobile phone rang. He thought it was strange, on the screen it showed Ray Duncan’s name which cannot be he thought. However he answered it.

“ Hello? ”

“ Hello Tim, this is Ray. ”

“I don’t believe this. Nice to hear from you Ray, where are you? ”

“ I’ve been assigned to the Ministry of Defense. See you outside Westminster station say 1800? what say you old boy? ”

“ Great Ray, so good to hear your voice again. See you at 1800 ”

“ See you Tim. Bye. ”

Since retiring from the Army, this was the first time he spoke to Ray and it was enjoyable to hear his best friend voice again. He wanted to tell Ann Marie but she would be at the Old Bailey, and not a good time to disturb her. He met Ray outside the Westminster Underground station. They hugged each other and tears of joy did weld in their eyes. They looked out for each other both in Afghanistan and Iraq. Those days, death was day or night and nothing was for taken for granted.

“ I say old chap, you look a proper City Gentleman with your bowler hat and umbrella. You seem well and I am happy to see you again.”

“ Well Ray, when in Rome, do as the Romans and monkey see, monkey’s do. You look fine too. Glad you are in London. Let me buy you a drink at Lamb and Flag and a good hearty meal at Convent Garden. Okay? ”

“ How not to say no Tim, let’s do that.”

As they made down the steps into the Underground station, Tim noticed that Ray had a slight limp. Not much but distinct.

“ Ray, are you alright? ”

“ I’m fine Tim, let’s talk about it in the Pub. ”

Once in the Lamb and Flag Tim asked, “ What will it be, Ray? ”

“ The usual, a Pint of Bitters please. ”

Tim ordered and brought back two Pints of Bitters and sat by a secluded wall beside the entrance.

“ Cheers old man and do enlighten me. ” Tim gulped down three or four mouthfuls.

“ Cheers, Tim,” so did Ray and Tim waited for his best friend explanation.

“ While patrolling in Helmand Provence, Harrison in front stepped on an Improvised explosive device (IED). Six soldiers walked passed and nothing happened. Harrison was the unlucky soldier it exploded and nearly blew away both his legs. I was behind him and some of the shrapnel also hit my left leg. We were driven back fast to a field hospital but Harrison did not make it due to heavy loss of blood. All of us from the platoon chipped in and send some money back to his wife. I was flown the very next day to Northolt and taken to Royal National Orthopedic Hospital in Stanmore. I was in hospital for about four months and after that, in and out of don’t know how many physiotherapy centers and the last was in Aldershot. I was back in the Regiment about three months, but they saw me fit to be posted to the Ministry of Defense. Maybe because of that accident, I was promoted to Major. The rest is history so to speak. Now, here I am. ”

“ Why did you not call me, you know I’m in London. I sent you a note did you not get it? ”

“ I got it Tim and the locker key too. I did not want to trouble you. I only informed to my parents two to three months ago. ”

They drank their Pint of Bitters and walked across to a restaurant. They had been there before, those we care free days and wine, women and songs were only on their minds then. While enjoying their meal, Ray continued.

“ I think my patrolling days are over. Now behind a desk and I know nothing but soldiering thus intend to stick it out wherever in the Army till my retirement, that is if they will have me. ”

“ First my congratulations on your promotion to Major. I am glad you are still in one piece and no more soldiering is not too bad at all, at least you will be out of harms way from enemy bullets and bombs. That’s a blessing in disguise Ray. ”

“ On the bright side, at least I can see you more often as we are in the same town and no need to don on a uniform except when ordered. By the way, I met Linda St.John, an Orthopedic Surgeon while at Royal National Orthopedic Hospital and she is now staying with me in Clarges Mews. ”

“ Serious or not? ”

“ Very serious. Mummy and Daddy is okay with her, we were with them last weekend for lunch. She is from Exmouth, and has met her parents too. Father was a career ex-diplomat, same line as you I suppose. ”

“ Good for you Ray. For your information, I am going steady with Ann Marie, a practicing peoples’ barrister. You remember her, don’t you? ”

“ Yes I do, we had a foursome about a year back. I had a tinkling that you have a yen for her. ”

After a long chat and two bottles of Red Wine, Tim wrote a hundred pounds cash cheque and handed to Ray to kindly dispatch to the wife of late Harrison, he knew the soldier and served with him in both Afghanistan and Iraq. It was a sad loss, which came with the territory and both retired to their own places promising to catch up with each other more often.

Tim Gladstone attended to his duties at work and continued his one weekend day spending with Ann Marie doing simple things such as shopping, having a meal together and catching a movie or play in the West End. One day Tim was surprised to read a short email from HRH Prince Bin Mohamed as follows.

KIND ATTN: TIM GLADSTONE. MY YOUNGEST DAUGHTER LADY FAHIMA BIN MOHAMED FINAL YEAR ECONOMICS AT LSE IN GUYS HOSPITAL FOR WOMEN PROBLEMS PLEASE ASSIST AS NECESSARY. BIN MOHAMED

Tim Gladstone went straight away to Guys Hospital and found Lady Fahima Bin Mohamed in a Women’s Ward, special single room. He had a chat with the lady doctor on duty.

“ She had a rather heavy discharge and her menstrual cycle was intermittent. She ought to be fine in a few days but must continue her oral medication. ”

“ Thank you Doctor, may I go and see her in the room? ”

“ Please do, no problems. ”

Tim Gladstone handed Lady Bin Mohamed the flowers he bought and put them in the empty vase beside the window. He looked at her on bed with just a hospital gown. She was beautiful. Long black hair, green eyes, slim body with unsagging breasts underneath the cotton light blue gown. Her skin was like butter, smooth and not too white, but with a slight suntan appearance and spoke first class English. She must be all of five feet seven or eight, age about twenty-two at the most.

“ Doctor said you will be alright in a few days but must continue with the medication. My name is Tim Gladstone from FCO and received an email from your father about an hour ago. Not to worry young lady. ”

“ You are the first Englishman that visited me. Thank you for your immediate response. I was hospitalized yesterday and our Embassy people warded me. Please do tell my father that I’m fine and not to worry. So, you are from Foreign and Commonwealth Office, been to Sharia? ”

“ A matter of fact, yes. About under a year ago where I had the good fortune to meet your wise father, HRH The Prince. Sharia is a peace loving Country State and a good friend to our United Kingdom too. Please accept my card and call upon me day or night should there be anything that I can do. ”

“ Thank you Tim Gladstone for your kind offer, I just might do that. No need to come here again as I will rest here and be back at my residence day after tomorrow. You may leave. ”

“ Alright Fahima, do take care and a speedy recovery. Bye. ”

That said, Tim Gladstone headed back for his office and sent a return email to the HRH The Prince stating that his daughter is being cared for and will be back at her residence day after tomorrow and continued his work. On Friday afternoon, he received a call on his mobile, a number he does not recognize.

“ Hello? ”

“ I’m Fahima, pick me up at 74 Belgravia Square at seven and take me to a Lebanese Restaurant, I wish to dine there. ”

“ Okay I’ll do that. ”

“ Bye ” Fahima said and signed off.

Tim made a reservation for two at Beauchamp Place, West 2 at 1930 hours and picked her up as told and headed for Maroush ll. Fahima made the orders and the meal were delicious.

While enjoying a cup of scented coffee, Fahima said, “ Why did you not make a pass at me? I can tell you want me or are you toying with me? ”

“Fahima you are right. I really do want you badly but it is my duty to fend off men in my presence including myself. I will not start something I cannot finish nor should you encourage either. I rather you remain like a sister and refrain myself from a few moments of pleasure and regret for the rest of my life. You are a Muslim and I am not, our cultures are totally different, so please let us remain this way. Believe me, it’s really difficult. ”

“ Good answer for an Englishman and glad that you can refrain yourself while others cannot that I have met and I also enjoy a bit of fun. ”

“ I don’t think I’ve told you, I’m an ex-soldier and we were trained to suppress our desires for a greater cause. Please do not think for one moment that it is easy. You are the most luscious beautiful girl that I have met in my life. ”

“ Tim Gladstone, you amaze and surprise me. I’ve not met such an Englishman or any man like you. ”

Their evening being completed, Tim escorted Fahima back to 74 Belgravia  Square around 2130 hours and he called it a day, his mouth still drooling.

After a few months, Fahima completed her course at the London School of Economics securing her degree. She declined her Embassy assistance and requested Tim to take her to Heathrow for a very early morning direct flight to Sharia by RSS Airways Airbus A380. At the check in counter, Fahima was rushed to the VIP (Very Important Person) lounge with him in tow.  Her Embassy people bided best wishes to her while he played second fiddle, remaining at the back.

Just before boarding Fahima said, “ Thank you Tim Gladstone. Shame you are not an Arab. I shall inform my father about you and this is my personal card, do call or email me should I can be of any assistance. Goodbye and have a nice life. ”

“ Goodbye Lady Fahima and thank you for the information. ”

The subject was closed and Tim made his way back to the Swiss Cottage apartment, ready for a few winks before commencement of his workday. After a week went by, there was a short email Tim received from the HRH The Prince.

It read, ATTN: TIM GLADSTONE THANKYOU. SHARIA.

He knew it’s meaning and smiled. That Saturday he spent with Ann Marie telling her about Ray’s predicament and his blessing in disguise. Another month went by and Ray requested Tim to be his best man at his wedding.

The wedding of Major Ray Duncan to Dr. Lynda St.John was held on a Sunday morning at Saint Martin-in-the-fields in Trafalgar Square, an English Anglican Church. Ray don on his Army Major uniform with a paratrooper wings on his chest. He was a sight to see, handsome and dashing with beautiful Lynda by his side. Lieutenant Colonel Peter Kerr with is wife, Brigadier Andrew Watt, his current boss with his wife were there too. Mr. and Mrs. St.John (Senior) came up from Exmouth and his parents Mr. and Mrs. Duncan attended from their Surrey home. Ann Marie was in her new hat, wearing a beautiful flowery dress in light pink, complemented the whole occasion. Tim wore his John Collier dark Blue-Black Suit and the sun was shining. It was a beautiful wedding and he had not seen Lt. Col. Peter Kerr since his retirement from the Army. Reception was held in a near by Pub Saloon and he must have drank quite a few glasses of Red Wine. Tim had a long chat with Lt. Col Peter Kerr and Brigadier Andrew Watt plus photographs were snapped galore. The other doctors he did not know, but Ray was at home with them. The newly weds took the afternoon flight to sunny Cyprus for their week honeymoon and he and Ann Marie saw them off at Gatwick Airport. All in all it was truly a memorable day indeed.

Winter was still not yet over but it mattered to Tim very little as most time was spent at his station, fully absorbed with his work and the weather outside was no concern of his. Weekends were taken up by time with Ann Marie, Ray and his wife plus washing and ironing. He wondered whether his Tetron Fabric shirts were really ironing free, so were his new wool and Terylene suits, as they still required pressing. The creases on the trousers were just about acceptable after a week’s wear. One Friday night he rang Ann Marie.

“ Ann Marie darling, can we have drink at the Bull’s Head on Hackney High Road on Saturday tomorrow evening followed by my preparation of secret menu dinner at my place. I’ve been thinking, I owe you a dinner and need to show of my chef’s talent. I do know that it has been long time coming, but I’m not too good a cook and needed some trials first, not to make a fool of myself in front of you. What do you say? ”

“ All right Tim I will judge your culinary skills. Am I to prepare for the worst? ”

“ Darling I’m not as bad as that. Do not dress up and please come casual. My standard is still not that high up worthy of a dressed dinner. Catch you at the Pub tomorrow evening around six?  ”

“ Okay Tim, all duly noted.  ”

The next morning Tim cleaned his small flat and did a spot of shopping. He bought a bottle of Red Wine, readymade Italian Spaghetti Bolognese sauce, some Spaghetti, quarter pound of minced meat, small tub of Wall’s chocolate and strawberry ice-cream, small packet of wafers, small bottle of Kraft ready made grated Parmesan cheese. He then fried the mincemeat with garlics and added to the Bolognese sauce to make it thicker, plus a little sugar to give it that zing. Pre-boiled the Spaghetti half way and laid the table in his small kitchen with two slim white candles on the base of upside down tumblers. By four, all were shipshape. He took a hot shower and cleaned his small bathroom spotless and wore his jeans and a woolen long sleeve sport shirt with an Army MTP (Multi-Terrain Pattern) combat smock jacket on top. He journeyed to Hackney by Underground Tube Train, made for the Bull’s Head Pub on the High Road and ordered a Pint of Bitters and waited for Ann Marie.  She showed up exactly at six and he ordered a Gin and Tonic, her favorite drink.

“ My good man, what did you cook?  ”

“ I cannot tell you now, a secret menu but eatable, that’s all I can say at this moment. All will be revealed soon, My Ladyship.  ”

They finished their drinks and proceeded to Swiss Cottage station for Tim’s apartment at no.7 Adamson Road. On reaching there he placed her coat and his in the wardrobe and offered her a glass of Red Wine.

“ The flat looks modern and well furnished. I wonder who did the interior design and decoration? ”

“ Miss Big Head, so you like your handy work. ”

Tim disappeared into the kitchen and left Ann Marie watching television alone. After about half hour he slide opened the kitchen door and announced, “ Dinner is served My Ladyship. ”

Ann Marie walked into the candle lit kitchen and noticed Spaghetti Bolognese prepared on plates with a bottle of Red Wine also on the table.

“  This looks rather tempting, all your own work I presume?  ”

“  With a little help from ready made Italian sauce bottle. ”

Never the less, Ann Marie was impressed. He also served scoops of chocolate and strawberry ice cream with a thin wafer on top. He continued to perplex and amaze her more. Coffee was instant, but it was nice all the same. Afterwards, he did the washing up and cleaned the kitchen. This was out of this world for Ann Marie, as she knows Tim was not that proficient in these matters.

They sat on the plush seaweed green carpet with glass of wine in their hands and watched a rerun of Benny Hill Show on ITV.  Tim kissed her and she returned with full passion. After some time, television was only a sideshow and they cuddled and kissed by the new gas fireplace. Soon he made love to her for the first time on the thick carpet. Later on, they drew out the sofa bed and made love again and again under the warm quilt in the darkness of the room, silhouetted only by the glow of the gas fireplace. Tim kissed and held her naked body close to him and each time he awoke he would rode her gently, similarly to coaxing a fresh mare.  By morning, he was still lost in his dreams of the previous night till he was nudged by the intermittent sound of moving and stopping of a milk van, from his front window, down in the street below. He knew for sure that it was not lust but wanted to be with Ann Marine for always. Love was now for sure and he long to be husband and wife and cannot share her with anyone else except him alone.

Tim got up slowly from the sofa bed and tip toed to the kitchen, ensuring the divider door was gently closed behind him. He prepared toasts, made half boiled egg, put the marmalade bottle and butter tray plus a mug of milked tea with a tea bag including a glass of 100% whole orange juice onto a rectangular tray with a stainless steel silver knife plus a paper serviette and served Ann Marie breakfast in bed. She liked it but she loved him more.

“ This is five star service, I wish it were every morning.  ” Smilingly she said.

“ You’ll never know, these things are not written.  ”

Once finished, Tim placed the tray on the rosewood round table and gave her a small blue velvet box.

“ What is it? Oh, such lovely pair of earrings must be expensive Tim.  ”

“ It’s just a pink gold ‘Excentric‘ stud earrings, from La Brune Et La Blonde featuring a diamond centre with a transparent setting, 0.22 karat, clarity VS-S1, hope it meets your scrutiny.  ”

The earrings were the most expensive item he has ever bought except for his apartment. He never bought such high priced item for anybody in his life, but he was content that she appreciated and liked it.

“  Tim what ever for?  But I love it all the same. ”

“  I’ve bought it sometime ago and been waiting for an opportune moment. Some would give rings. I just wanted to be different I suppose. Will my Learned Lady agree to be my better half?  ”

“ My Lord, are you proposing? I presume so, however the question is somewhat not too precise and rather indirect.  ”

“  Ann Marie, would you join me for a luncheon at my parents next Saturday?  ”

“  That would be nice Tim, thank you.  ”

“  Meet me at Paddington Ticket sales booths at 1100 hours on Saturday.  ”

The couple instead of getting up, stayed in bed till noon doing things what lovers would do and stopping now and then for a few winks. It was the longest time he ever spent on a bed. Ann Marie did the washing up and clearing of the kitchen. Tim thought, what wonderful bliss!!!

The week passed Tim doing his usual work while Ann Marie fought for the rights of the down and out together with the trodden. However they met outside Paddington Station tickets booths as planned on Saturday morning. Tim bought two to Slough, return tickets. They took the 1104 train from platform 10, the ride was only 16 minutes and arrived at 1120 hours and met by his parents outside the station. His father drove with his mum beside, while they sat at the back and Tim made the necessary introductions to Ann Marie on their journey to his parents’ home. Home was a white washed two stories, three bedrooms Edwardian Cottage with garden and pebbled driveway in front and a vegetable and an English garden at the back with a shed.

Tim enquired, “ I don’t see Vivian and Mark.  ”

His father replied, “ This is their golfing day with their friends and they should be back after lunch.  ”

Lunch was as usual very good. Tim mother prepared roast pork with grilled potatoes, Brussels sprouts and fresh garden carrots. He gave a nice juicy piece of pork from the plate to his dog beneath the dining table.

His mother saw and said, “ Tim are you still spoiling the dog? ”

Mickey gave a bark to his mother and his father from the opposite grinned broadly.

While enjoying a healthy helping of Bread and butter pudding Tim declared and made a statement.

“  Mum and Dad, I would like both of you to meet my wife to be. I love her dearly and willing to share all my life with her till I’m done.  ”

Just then Vivian and Mark walked into the dining room and joined in the congratulations and the happy occasion. Joyous smiles and hugs all around, of course. As the weather was favorable, tea was served in the back garden while his Alsatian, ‘Mickey’ sat beside him, now must be 7/8 years old and not really interested in the tea and yesterday’s half a cake except for his mother. After a long talk and catching up on his and Ann Marie’s life, Mark drove them back to the station in their Mini. The couple took the 1645 hours back to London. The journey was 37 minutes and train pulled in Paddington Station at 1722 hours, on time.

On the Tube ride back Ann Marie said, “ We should make a trip to mummy and daddy in Sussex soon. ”

Tim replied, “ Need you ask? I am at your disposal My Ladyship. ”

She spent the night with him at his Swiss Cottage flat (apartment). Tim believes the apartment was big enough for both of them, ample space for clothes in the built-in cupboards and wardrobes for two. The sofa bed was also a double.

Meantime, Ann Marie was looking at a small semi-detach two stories unfurnished house with two bedrooms in Cheswick Village and the nearest Underground station being Gunnersbury, a good ten minutes walk he thought, but in close proximity to the Thames. He wondered also whether his dog would enjoy London but on second thought, Berkshire got more land to run around and Mickey was not that young anymore.

Ann Marie hoped to put a deposit on the intended house with funds from her parents. Tim selling his furnished flat in Swiss Cottage area should have appreciated a tidy capital and with his savings, bank loans should be a minimum, nothing he can’t manage. He must insist that the double bed must be brand new not that he was superstitious and just wanted to be unslept, other furniture he did not mind.  He was also thinking of asking Thomas to be his best man after all he spent more time with him than anybody else. According to the grapevine gossips from the canteen, FCO was looking for him to be an Assistant Controller (AC) for two small stations in the Caribbean. If this were true, Thomas should benefit too and he was happy for that. After all he was now a Senior CO1 with nearly two years experience under his belt.

All was still quiet on Harry Roscoe’s front. 

End of story