Downshire Diary – (49) The Illusive Muse (Part 02)
Owen left home bright and early so he could touch base with Juliana, who he hadn’t seen for 10 days, since she went away with her family to Greece.
She was working all weekend, at the Green Oak because she had missed quite a few shifts while she was away, so it would just be a quick hello then he would see her properly on Monday when they would have a proper hello.
He stepped out into the sunlight and headed off in the direction of the Normandie Woods towards the Molesworth’s house.
Owen Carrington was on his way to spend some time with his girlfriend before she went to work when he was button holed by Andrea Dean who was a very stern looking young woman with short brown hair who managed the local Stephenson’s Supermarket.
She was a pleasant enough young woman but she never smiled and always peered superciliously over her specs at everyone, and didn’t look like a joyful person by any means, but she was actually a very nice person.
“Hello Mr. Carrington” Andrea said
“Good morning Miss Dean and how are you today”
“Fine” she replied
“I’m selling raffle tickets for the for the Summer Fete”
“Oh ok I’ll have a couple of books”
“That will be £10” she said and handed him the tickets.
He took out his wallet and paid her the cash, and with the transaction done he got underway.
As he got close to the Molesworth’s he caught sight of Juliana sitting alone on the brick wall at the front of her house and his heart soared and then he noticed she wasn’t wearing her work clothes.
He guessed she was probably going to change just before she left for work.
He quickened his stride and he thought he’d caught her eye and he gave her a wave, but instead of waving back she got up and got in her dads car and then they drove away.
“Oh bugger” he said
He did go to the house anyway and had a coffee with Lavinia, her mum, and found out that Juliana had gone shopping with her dad to get new shoes for work as she had ruined her other pair while they were away.
He was going to stay until she returned but in the end they were longer than expected so her dad, Gregory, dropped her straight at work.
After leaving the Molesworth’s he set off for a walk around the village and headed towards the Church of Saint Jane Frances de Chantal and then he spent another two hours strolling around the environs of Denmead and found himself back in Normandie woods hot, tired, thirsty and a little peckish.
It was 2.30pm by the time he finally got to the pub and the place was absolutely heaving.
He could see Juliana as he walked into the bar and he thought she’d seen him but she just kept walking, so he went to the bar, they were really busy and he was at the bar for 5 minutes or more and he wasn’t even close to being served.
He looked to his left and he saw Juliana briefly before she strode off again and as there was no sign of a pint and a sandwich on the horizon he followed her.
She led him on a weaving yomp in between crowded tables, and along a short corridor, through a door that led into the beer garden, in and out of packed tables on the terrace and back up the same corridor arriving back in the main bar where he lost sight of her.
“Oh Shit” he exclaimed and returned to the bar and thought he might at least get his pint and sandwich.