More Rare Birds...

...Well here we are in the frozen North. I jest naturally as I've yet to leave home even.

When the hire car did finally arrive at midday two hours behind time - driven by a courteous (as always) young Pole who lives on the northern coast of that country, who reads dense books on neuro-linguistic programming, who is not terribly impressed with English efficiency, whose girlfriend is studying in this country, which is why he is working here though both are intending to return home soon.......

....But hang on you say. Surely, you ask, you did not glean such level of personal detail from a casual chat such as takes place when completing necessary formalities on receipt of a hire car?

And you would be correct. This more intimate information would have been revealed only maybe during a chat over a coffee in the Rectory parlour whilst, for example, we both await a replacement vehicle, the first being dangerously defective by reason of a screw stuck right through the nearside rear wheel!

Two and a half hours late thanks to Rara Avis.