Year 2, week 15: Bunburying

Poor, lovely OldRuin.  He was working away in chambers today when I arrived in after my case.
‘In my country clothes again today, BabyB,’ he said slightly apologetically, as if somehow this wasn’t quite what was expected.  In fact he looked the height of farmer fashion what with tweed jacket, elbow patches and cords.  And anyway, as if I cared what he wore. 
‘Although my wife used to call it my bunburying outfit,’ he continued.  ‘Always used to put it on when I claimed to be needed back home by mid-afternoon.  Pleased her no end when she saw me reaching for the tweed rather than the old pin-stripe.  Got to the point where she’d put the tweed jacket out with my breakfast and sometimes even hide the suit just to encourage me to take the earlier train home.’  He smiled and looked somewhat wistful.

If ever there was a symbol of love everlasting it is OldRuin and his late wife about whom I have heard so many wonderful things.

January 9, 2008 · Tim Kevan · 2 Comments
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  1. lawminx - January 10, 2008

    AWWW! Baby B, you really are a softie despite yourself, aren’t you?!

  2. Jay - January 10, 2008

    I think I’m falling in love with Old Ruin…what a lovely sweetie!!