Not Going Out - Interview
Epilogue
Being Geoffrey's golf caddy for the day had proved to be not such fun as Lee expected. Lee had found himself face down in the golf bunker more times than a cat with 9 lives and then most embarrassingly he had fought for a golf ball with a pigeon, which had flown onto the golf course.
Lee and Lucy were back at the flat, snuggled up on the sofa while watching For The Love of Cars. "I've got to admit Lucy, your dad is much worse than Simon Cowell when it comes to employment. Maybe they could team up together and nickname themselves The Kings of Gruesomeness."
"Sometimes my dad does have certain ways of making sure you're up to scratch when he gives you tasks to do. Surely he didn't make your day too bad." She didn't quite believe her father had given Lee a tough time on the golf course.
"Oh you don't know the half of it Lucy, he made me wear pink trousers as part of uniform. It was no wonder, I kept getting chatted up by golfers. Of course Geoffrey found it highly amusing. He said, I could pass for an entertainment performer at Butlins." He recalled, the somewhat embarrassing moment he faced when he carried golf bags back to the clubhouse.
"Usually when dad says that, it means you've passed his test." Lucy smiled, when it dawned on her, Lee had actually falsely misread the situation between him and her father. Geoffrey had put his son-in-law to the test because he wanted to check how dependable and responsible he was with small tasks.
"Test? The test of doom you mean." Lee said
"No, as a matter of fact he does it all the time, putting a new golf caddy or refreshments assistant through their paces. It's a family tradition that runs within the male part of the family."
"Well he's got a funny way of showing it, your father, Lucy. Don't tell me, I bet he put Tim through his paces as well, probably by asking him to retrieve golf balls from trees. It's no wonder he's tall and he's got arms longer than a javelin pole."
"Well...yes that's pretty much what he did do." She smiled to herself, once she realized Lee had practically answered the question for her instead, without realizing.
xxxx
Three weeks later - Daisy was modelling her new Minions reading glasses in front of Lucy, who wasn't sure on what to say. Daisy's glasses were nothing like the average reading glasses that someone would normally wear. For starters - they were yellow framed ones and they were LED, obviously they were capable of blinding someone, if used in the dark.
"So what do you think Lucy? are they trendy enough, for me to wear during a party that I'm attending?" She asked, as she seemed exceedingly happier than ever before.
"They're super trendy and they suit you Daisy. You probably shouldn't wear them for outside, as you might make yourself dizzy." Lucy commented, being as honest as she could with her friend.
"Thanks Lucy and because of your lovely compliment, I have a thank you gift for you."
"A Thank You gift?"
"Oh yes..." Daisy couldn't conceal her excitement, as she rummaged through her handbag before eventually revealing Lucy's gift - a second pair of Minions sunglasses. Tim could tell Lucy's expression said all, she was quite surprised that she was being given these glasses as a surprise gift.
Lucy glanced back at Tim, who had decided not to conceal his widened grin. She wasn't impressed, by the exact way he was viewing her conversation. So she shot him a You would actually look better wearing these glasses than me look.
"Where's Lee this evening?, I tried knocking at the flat and he didn't answer. I couldn't wait round too long to play Sherlock over why he didn't answer the door, what with your neighbour's dog sniffing my sandwich from Subway. Don't tell me, you've tied him up and made him watch the entire DVD box set of The Walking Dead." Tim suddenly asked, as he hadn't spoken to his best friend all day, which was strange. Perhaps his friend had gone and volunteered for a Promotional Assistant job at the local Comic Book shop, dressed as Thor.
"Yes, I've handcuffed him to the coffee table, closed the curtains and made him watch The Walking Dead DVDs."
"Poor Lee, it won't be long before starts using an American accent and mistaking our father for a zombie." Tim suggested, this might result in being a strong possibility or worse it might in fact happen.
"As if, Tim. Although I wouldn't mind seeing dad's reaction, if that happens. He'll think he's tested Lee's patience too much and that he'll need to treat him better from now on." She laughed, at the likelihood of this becoming a certainty.
"Good thought." Tim said, agreeing with her.
Lee wearing a large chef's hat, white plain jacket and trousers and carrying a plate with two meals, soon approached them at the bar. In all honesty, he look rather decent in his kitchen assistant clothes. Lucy was delighted to see him looking professionally however Tim found it amusing to say the least.
"So what do you think?, would you say I can qualify as a kitchen assistant." Lee asked, of course he assumed his friend will make fun of him working in a kitchen.
He wasn't wrong to assume this, as Tim was indeed half tempted to make a joke about Lee's baggy trousers. "You'd more likely qualify for being an extra...actually you do suit working in a kitchen. Just don't go clattering into hanging pans and recreating a scene from a Charlie Chaplin film."
"Thanks Tim, glad to know you're still got a taste for seeing people making themselves look like clowns...good clowns, as matter of fact." Lee innocently joked about with him, taking Tim's comments as nonchalantly as possible - he knew his friend meant well.
"Since when did you learn how to cook? Don't tell me, did Lucy smuggle Gordon Ramsay in your flat during the night and when you woke one morning, he scared you into cooking." Tim asked, his curiosity getting the better of him as usual.
"No, as a matter of fact. Unless he has and he's done a good job of scaring me into cooking." Lee responded.
What he hadn't told his friend was that, Mrs Philips the neighbour who owned the dog, who liked to sniff food in people's bags. She had taught him the basics of cooking and had also given him a good job reference. It wasn't an actual job to be honest, however as it was workplace training there was a guarantee of full time employment at the end of it.
"Well I'm proud of him and at least it means we can come in here more often, for dinner and evening meals." Lucy smiled before giving her husband a gentle kiss on the cheek.
"Now he's a blushing chef with cheeks the colour of tomatoes." Tim chuckled.
End of Chapter
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