Wednesday, October 18, 2006

The law won

Last week's lawyer was true to his word, and summoned me to a hotel in the middle of nowhere.

The tax conference seemed as vile as you could imagine, with The Lawyer managing to smuggle me into his room in between seminars.

After we'd tried out the entire bathroom (including shower caps. what the hell are they?), The Lawyer announced he was off for a Working Supper with his tax chums in the restaurant.

"You could always come down to the restaurant on your own, you know. You can distract me."

So I did.

There he sat, at one end of the restaurant surrounded by endless talk about accomplished children, violin lessons, ponies and holiday homes. And, at the other end, I sat reading Vanity Fair and cadging cigarettes off the barman.

I ended up, sat in a wood-panelled lounge in front of a roaring fire, dozing off gently with a pot of coffee, waiting for The Lawyer to finish his meal.

"I feel like a hooker!" I texted a friend in giddy excitement.
"Hookers get paid," came the reply.

Next week, he's visiting a client in Harlech. He'd like me to attend.

Top facts about The Lawyer
#1) He also teaches Karate
#2) He once flew a client's ashes to Iceland.

3 comments:

klee said...

Harlech is very remote and pack a rainproof.

On the plus side, it's very leafy and close to an RAF base - so if you get bored of the lawyer try hanging around the barbed wire with your tongue out.

Skip said...

Mummy taught me never to lick barbed wire.

Lippy said...

Ah yes - clients ashes , have two sets in my filling cabinet waiting for far flung rellies to come and pick em up...you need special permission to take em on public transport you know! So glad to hear your still having fun !