If you read Jos Biggs story last week you will want to read part 2. Here it is !!
Marooned at the bottom of the mountain road and in need of a lift back home I pressed the phone to On, selected WhatsApp and scrolled down Contacts.
Stephen will come, I thought. He’s used to rescuing me from all sorts of Jos generated scrapes, so I pressed Call.
‘You need to have WiFi.’ The phone informed me in a cross between patronising and smug.
That knocked out nearly everyone I know, so I scrolled through the ordinary contacts, saying a prayer of thanks that I had filled the phone up yesterday.
It was slim pickings – almost everybody was in the UK, or lived miles away. But I had Stephen on my ordinary call list, so I gave it a go – Voicemail!
What are the chances, I thought, of him bothering to check Voicemail? I thought Voicemail was simply a convenient ruse for not answering the phone if you didn’t want to!
Now I was in a quandary – Should I wait and hope? If so, for how long? Or should I look pathetic, go back to the Taller and beg a lift from one of the lads?
While I was prevaricating Stephen replied. – I shouldn’t have been so damning in my assessment of voicemail!
Then the inevitable happened; while I stood there in the road looking like a very large lost lamb Paul the Pool passed. ‘I’ll take you back.’ Considering that he’s got work to do I thought that was a noble gesture, and I would have taken him up on it but I knew that Sod’s Law would prevail and Stephen and I would pass each other going in opposite directions, leaving him to search vainly for me in the spot where I said I would be, and thus cementing his opinion that I am a total airhead.
Hardly had Paul departed than a lady for Los Higuerales, whose face I know but not her name, (I do now – Thanks Karen Wilson) pulled up. ‘Are you in need of a lift, Jos?’
Once more I explained the inevitability of Sod’s Law, and she departed on her rightful way with my heartfelt thanks.
Doubt set in. Stephen was being a very long time – had I made it sufficiently clear that I needed rescue now, today?
Then a car appeared on the horizon, weaving from side to side and reaching a top speed of fast tortoise. It was apparently being driven by a monkey with no driving license, no knowledge of the rules of the road and absolutely not in a hurry!
Behind it came Stephen, unable to pass it due to its erratic grasp of which side of the road it should be on!
So if there is a bright side it is: I filled the phone, so could use it to summons help.
There are good selfless people in this world, willing to give succour to an old lady.
It was not raining.
And a rejuvenated Henry was ready by that pm, for what I consider was a more than reasonable sum – 153€ - I had expected a lot more!!
