Edward Vineyard was a 23 year old English graduate who worked for the Shallowfield and Childean Chronicle and the last couple of weeks things had been quite uninteresting for him, firstly because nothing of any interest happened in the Finchbottom Vale or even the wider environs of Downshire for that matter during those two weeks and even if there had been something even mildly interesting he had been stuck righting fluff pieces on flower shows and gymkhana’s.
The other reason life was so dull for him was that his 24 year old girlfriend Patsy, who had her own special way of helping him pass the time with her insatiable appetite, had gone away on holiday with her parents.
So he took himself completely out of Mornington for the two weeks which allowed him to drive all over the Vale chasing non stories in a very dull couple of weeks in the Downshire area, which made the time drag even more.
At last the time came to end his self-imposed exile from the Village and he returned to his parents’ house in Mornington and the first thing he did when he got back on the 4th of June was to go in search of Patsy, he had really missed her and it surprised him just how much and he hoped that she had missed him half as much as he’d missed her.
But it was busy in the village as it was the weekend of the Mornington Beer Festival which was a two day event and as was the norm it was being held in the grounds of Mornington Manor which was only a short walk from his parents’ house in the Close.
He was hoping to touch base with Patsy, who he hadn’t seen since she got back from Spain, and maybe go to the pub for a few drinks but she was working all weekend, because of the Beer Festival so he knew he wouldn’t see her “properly” until Sunday evening when he could expect a proper Patsy hello.
But he went in search of her anyway and after chatting with a few friends he was told
“She’s working in the main beer tent”
He fought his way to the bar in the main marquee and bought a pint of Mornington Ale and settled in the corner, hoping to catch a glimpse of her but he had been sitting at the table for an hour and had almost finished his second pint before he spotted her and then she was able to grab a 20-minute break and they sat in a quiet corner of the gardens where they could share an occasional kiss, but alas she wouldn’t show him her white bits, but as she was getting up to go back to work he did get his hand up her skirt high enough to squeeze her bum before she slapped him.
But it did give him a taster and he was left with a philosophical outlook knowing there was lots more for him to investigate and explore when he saw her next time on Sunday night when her shift at the festival was over.
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