The Secret Diary Of A First Time FOF; part eight

This is entirely fiction. Completely. Utterly. Except for any true bits

July 4th. 9.02am. Any idea that Independence Day might be enjoyed in this corner of Merrie Oldie England is shattered by First Of Her Name’s daily strategy call with First Born.

‘The Male Heir has a girlfriend.’

Normally this would be greeted with bunting and the ritualistic murder of an overweight porker because the Male Heir’s relationships have tended to the sort term viz measured in hours rather than days. Somehow the combination of First Of Her Name’s expression (hovering between ingested wasp and unanaesthetised root canal work) and her actions (evisceration of John Lewis cushion) indicates this is not so.

10.47am. Still no clue as to best course of action. Cushion innards now joined by potting compost (from smittereened cactus pot), coffee (attempt no. 1 to mollify) and fourteen blueberries (from fist slam next to fruit bowl that followed coffee)

11.29am. Three further calls between First Born and First Of her Name. I have (strategically) eavesdropped and ascertained the following:

1. new girlfriend is American

2. she is not human

3. she has aggressive bosoms and a weaponized fanny (sic: I think this is a  reference to the American area of that name) on which canapes may be served

4. the Fiancé made a strategic mistake in his aural and optical appraisal of said girlfriend

12.41pm First Born has announced the wedding is off.

12.42pm First Of Her Name is in tears.

12.43pm I am in tears. I may need to have my hand reset

12.44pm First Born is on her way to see Male Heir. I am charged with ‘doing something’. Determine it will be safer if I follow First Born to the greengrocers where the Male Heir stacks beetroots.

1.23pm. Arrive at same moment as police car. Assume altercation between First Born and Male Heir. Seek to place myself between forces of law and order and warring children.

1.24pm Appear to have assaulted police in the act of buying his lunch viz pushed him into a display of novelty tomatoes. As I’m led away see First Born and Male Heir laughing.

9.27pm Am released after a warning as to my future behaviour.  Back home, First Of Her Name, First Born and Male Heir enjoying fish supper. Girlfriend cannot come to wedding due to operation on her aggressive verrucas. No one asks where I’ve been. When I ask if the wedding is still off, am treated to withering looks and mild belabouring about head.

9.34pm. In pub.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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31 Responses to The Secret Diary Of A First Time FOF; part eight

  1. Mary Smith says:

    I’m so enjoying your total bewilderment about wedding arrangements 🙂

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  2. willowdot21 says:

    Your so funny 💜

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  3. willowdot21 says:

    I meant you’re so funny 💜


  4. Darlene says:

    Glad I wasn’t drinking a hot beverage when I read this. It would have been all over the screen.

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  5. Ritu says:

    Dear God… You know His Geoffleship, I am picturing you in all these scenes…

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  6. What do you …erm – what does the FOF drink in the pub?

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  7. JT Twissel says:

    In the pub sounds like the safest place to be!

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  8. I’m relieved knowing this is mostly fiction….. the pub!!

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  9. Yes, the pub. Safest spot on Earth

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  10. Widdershins says:

    I would pay good money to see this as a stage play or a movie. 😀

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  11. Jennie says:


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  12. Norah says:

    It’s important for FOFs to keep up to date with things.

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  13. I have tears streaming down my face!! Hilarious!

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