Continued from Court Life: 100 Days…
I am used to waiting. I have waited a lot in the years leading up to my inauguration as Chairman of the club so am no stranger to the waiting game. But after five hours of being perched on my head honcho cushion, without seeing a tremble of my tepee curtain became, as you can imagine, dear reader, a tad irksome.
Where are my people and why are they are taking so long? I muttered to myself as I perambulated around an ever decreasing circle on the floor of my teepee. Do they not realise who has called them? Do they not realise who I am? Do they not know what is at stake?
Just at the moment I had come to the centre of my tepee with no-where else to perambulate, my mobile phone rang. At last I thought, they have finally seen sense and are going to ingratiate themselves with their grovelling apologies.
“Hello!” I snapped. “What’s taking you? We have a lot of business ahead of us! Setting up a a brand new regime doesn’t happen just by itself you know.”
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