The civil engineer,
recommended by Carolyn Livingston, Sam Richardson,
had done his part and Adam Jandrell had submitted the plans for the foot bridge
to the parish council and on the last Monday of April the council were meeting,
and the foot bridge plans were on the agenda.
The committee was comprised
of Church Warden Howard Nelson who was Chair, the Vicar Arielle Nicholas,
Primary School Headmistress Margaret Johnson, Katie Harrison from Beacon Farm,
and Rachel Hanson from the Galleon Coffee shop, who was also the Verger.
“Do we really think we need a
foot bridge?” Margaret asked
“It’s been at least 20 years
since the last one was struck by lightning, and we’ve managed without it”
“Well I think as there is no
cost to us, we’d be foolish not to take advantage of it” Rachel responded “And
I remember as kids we used the old bridge as a short cut to the beach”
“I agree,” said Katie. “What
about you Vicar?”
“Well, Acts 20:35 says a person is more blessed
by giving, but in order for this to happen, someone must be willing to be
blessed by receiving, so let’s allow ourselves to be blessed”
“We’re not used to investment
in Spaniards Creek” Howard said “So I’m in favour, but we should put it to the
vote”
After
the Parish Council voted unanimously in favour of the bridge proposal the night
before, it ticked another box for Molly and put another task on the list for
Adam and his team.
They were on the final push
to finish on the East side of the Spanish River and the nerves were fraying
with the long hours and the fast-approaching deadline.
So on Friday when Franci
Liebenberg walked into the site cabin and heard Adam Jandrell talking on the
phone.
“Of course” Adam said “My
right hand “man” will take care of that”
Something inside Franci
snapped and she snatched the phone from his hand and ended the call, then she
pushed his chair back, so the headrest was touching the wall and barked
“I don’t want to be your
bloody right-hand “man”, I am not your right-hand “man” I am a woman, and do
you know why I do not want to be your right-hand “man”?” she asked
“NNNNo” he stammered
“I want to be your woman” she
replied and then she kissed him very aggressively
It was a mixed bag of weather
over the last weekend in April with a very wet Saturday and a glorious Sunday,
and it was Deborah Woodward’s weekend off, so she and Stuart Cameron got to go
shopping on the wet day and walked together in the sunshine, but they still
hadn’t progressed any further than friendship.
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