Yesterday evening Bill left work a little early so he could get to his first table tennis lesson on time. He’s decided to shell out and take some advice and wisdom from a master ping pong player, George Cooper. George is great and has always drilled us mercilessly (sorry, coached) the two of us every time we’ve gone to Coan so it only seems fair that Bill not take total advantage of his kindness and generosity.
Anyway, saying he expected the lesson to be about an hour and a half long he hurriedly charged out of the house just before six, rushing as he hates to be late.
I settled down with the dogs to watch some abysmal telly (damn we need cable) and continue with my next illustration (damn I love ED).
Four and a half hours later I was getting frantic wondering where on earth Bill was as he still hadn’t come home. Of course, he hadn’t taken the mobile with him and I had no contact number for the centre.
We’d been planning on going to the bar this evening for karaoke so even if he’d stayed longer than he said he would I’d been expecting him back at least in time to go out.
I didn’t even know if he’d made it to the rec and was really beginning to worry, imagining all sorts of things that might have happened. It didn’t help that a few weeks back there was a shooting in the corner shop by the centre that made the news.
I did some googling and finally came up with a number to call, but when I did manage to phone it didn’t help as I only got an answer machine and thus assumed that the centre was closed and worried even more.
By now it was getting quite late and almost past the respectable limit for calling people, but I remembered I had one last contact number to try. I had Moji’s number so I gave her a ring and suddenly my voice went all wobbly as I explained my concern.
Thankfully she was very understanding and able to help. She gave me a different number for Coan as the one I’d been phoning was wrong and this time when I called George picked up. YAY! Bill was still there. I’ve never been so happy to hear his voice on the end of the phone!
Hubby was okay! *Three cheers for hubby!*
George had simply kept him running around the entire evening and he had had no idea what time it was. I was just so relieved he was there and everything was alright.
Bill got lots of hugs when he got home, even though he was stinky and sweaty and drippy. UGH.