Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (22) Betcha By Golly Wow – Lindsay’s Tale (Part 01)
It was Saturday night in Mornington-By-Mere and goods friends Roxanne Kincaid-Smith, Lindsay Cooper and Rosie Parsons were sitting in the bar of the Old Mill Inn discussing their plans for the Bank Holiday.
All three of the girls were born and bred in the village but since starting out on their chosen careers they didn’t get together as often as they would have liked due shift patterns for Rosie and Roxy and the on call Rota for Lindsay.
At 26 Lindsay was a year older than Police Woman Roxy and a year younger than Nurse Rosie.
She lived in The Close at number 4, with her parents Roy and Sally and two younger brothers John and David.
She was a Veterinary Nurse with the Jeffrey and Teague Veterinary Practice which had been fulfilling the Veterinary needs of the Finchbottom Vale inhabitants since God was a boy and it was still going strong.
She split her time between the Vets in the village, the Hospital in Shallowfield and assisting Vets on farm visits.
She liked working in Mornington because it was only a five minute walk to work and more importantly because she had a bit more discretion and latitude to make decision than she did in Shallowfield.
Of the two senior partners in the practice, Robin Jeffrey was now retired and living in Dulcet’s Mill, one of the three remaining Mornington Windmills.
Which meant for the most part it was just her and the other senior Ian Teague who she liked very much and Hayley Gwilym who was becoming a close friend.
The only downside to her dream job happened to be that her on call Rota meant she didn’t get to see her best friends regularly enough for her liking.
But a three day window opened up in which all three friends were off duty and furthermore without any other commitments in their diaries, an event rarer than hen’s teeth, so they all decided to make the most of it.
The fact that the three days happened to fall over the Bank holiday weekend was just the icing on the cake.
They had already eaten a sumptuous meal at the Old Mill Inn and followed that up with a significant amount of alcohol which influenced their decision making significantly.
But a decision had to be made, as they had signed up for the Sharpington Day Parade on Bank Holiday Monday.
It was a Charity event which raised tens of thousands of pounds every year much of which was collected by volunteers rattling tins along the route.
And traditionally the majority of volunteers took part in fancy dress and it was that element of the Parade which was vexing the three friends as they didn’t know what to go as.
“It needs to be something different” Lindsay said
“It needs to be something memorable” Roxy added
“I know just the thing” Rosie Parsons suddenly announced
“What?” the other two asked
“What?” the two repeated
“Brilliant eh” Rosie said
“Are you mad?” Roxy asked with alarm “I’m a serving Police Officer”
“So?” Rosie asked
“It’s a bit “out there”” Lindsay pointed out
“Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“Adventure?” Roxy said “They’ll hang me out to dry”
“Oh God just because you wear blue serge knickers doesn’t mean you can’t have a laugh” Rosie said “Besides who’s going to recognise you under the makeup?”
“Oh I don’t know” Roxy said doubtfully
“We could carry tambourines so people will think we’re minstrels” Rosie suggested
“I’m not sure people will see the distinction” Lindsay added
“Oh come on you two it’ll be fun” Rosie said encouragingly
“I’ll remember that when I’m working as a security guard for Quid Busters” Roxy retorted
“Don’t be such a drama queen” Rosie said
“So are you two in or not?”
“Count me in” Lindsay said with bravado and turned her eyes on Roxy
“Ok I’m in” she agreed reluctantly