Click Goes Walkabout

We want to know more about Click, you all cry (well, Caroline does anyway). Here she is dressed for glamour having spotted the Sky News camera (did that item ever appear on the telly?).

I arrived back in Edinburgh after a flying weekend visit home to Sheffield with a missed call from Click/Clarissa on my phone and a set of house keys on the kitchen table. They don't call me Frank "Hawking-Einstein" Boddy for nothing, and I quickly figured out that Click had probably locked herself out, so I phoned her. There was a plaintive little voice at the other end of the phone confirming my suspicions. It was about 6pm by this time, and she had locked herself out at 3, whilst (I guess) going for a fag (I know, and so well brought up too!). First call had been to her parents. Not sure why, but in any case Daddy had been unable to scramble the Range Rover. She had tried banging on the front door, but our landlord Neil was out, or indisposed. So after 3 coffees at a local café she had gone round to Livvy's - another student who lives 15 minutes walk away, and who we collect on our way every morning. Livvy is also very posh - more of that later.

Like the gentleman I am, I volunteered to go and collect Click, despite having just laboriously parked the car in the drive behind the giant wooden gates which take 10 minutes to open and close and which allow me approx. 2 millimetres either side of the car when reversing it in. To say she was grateful is an understatement. Did I mention Daddy is High Sheriff of Yorkshire? Anyway, I am now Lord Boddy of Wetwang.

Most pleasing however, was the burbling all the way home, which went along the lines of how Livvy had offered her a place in her house (5 of them share) from the start of next month, but Click is very happy in our house, because it doesn't smell, and its nice and tidy, and its quiet, and... well, basically she's getting looked after by yours truly. Very touching anyway. I thought she'd be off like a shot given half a chance.

Talking of cars, mine has now been confirmed as having been written off in the accident when Margeret, Simon and Fiona were returning to Sheffield just after Christmas (but were fortunately unhurt, which is all that matters), so I have had to sort out a replacement. I had a Clio hire car for a few days, which I liked, so decided to buy one. The nice lady at Evans Halshaw (Alana) who I dealt with was an absolute GODDESS, and to be honest I would have bought a rusty Austin Princess from her but no matter, I think I got a good deal. I picked the car up on Thursday night and drove down the A68 towards home on Friday evening. At Otterburn a very dense object (I think probably a solid piece of metal, like a wheel nut) smacked the windscreen so hard I thought the roof was caving in and ducked behind the wheel. There is now a 6 inch round crack on the windscreen of my shiny new car. As Click said drily "You're not having much luck car-wise, are you?".