Jeremy and Jemima were overjoyed when they saw it, and after that, Mum and Dad were almost glad to let Jeff take them to the fair. Its hollow inside was filled with clockwork toys like robots and dancing fairies. While the children were finding mini-eggs, Jeff went out to his Porsche to fetch a giant Easter Egg made of Swiss chocolate. She hoped that in the meantime, Dad would come up with a good excuse for not going to the fair. Mum stalled for time by telling the kids to go out to the garden and hunt for Easter eggs. It’s because he never wins a prize.”Īnd the children both laughed and told their Uncle that he was spot on, while Dad smiled weakly and went to clear up the dishes in the kitchen. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I know why my brother doesn’t like the fair. “Jeremy! “ exclaimed mum,”What a thing to say!” and then turning to Jeff she pleaded, “Kids ! You never know what they’ll come out with next.”īut Jeff was all smiles. “But Uncle Jeff won’t mind about that because he’s loaded.” “Only because it’s expensive, “ said Jeremy. “That’s sweet of you Jeff, but er, Dad doesn’t approve of the fair, does he kids?’ She had visions of her children flying off a Ferris wheel, or being poisoned by a hot dog. Jeff had an uncanny knack for getting into trouble, and a fairground seemed to offer up untold opportunities for bringing the kids and calamity together. We’d love to go to the fair !’ exclaimed Jeremy.īut this was the last thing that mum wanted. He offered to take the kids to the Easter Fair in return. ‘Well you’d better come to Sunday lunch” said Mum, hoping that he hadn’t noticed Dad shaking his head.Īn hour later, Jeff was carving the roast beef and saying how a family meal was a rare treat in his bachelor existence. “Oh you know, Christmas and Easter, weddings and funerals, the odd baptism, that’s me,” said Jeff. I didn’t have you down as the church-going type.” But Dad was grumpy because Jeff had put a twenty pound note in the collecting box, and he felt he had to match his generosity. It was enough to make anyone feel springy with the joy of life. Her frown was met by the cheery grin of Jeff, whom the family normally referred to as, “The Wicked Uncle.” It was a joke of course, but like all jokes, there was a drop of truth at the bottom of it.Īfter the service, they stood on the steps of the church in the crisp air and mellow sunlight of a beautiful April morning. Mum turned her head to look at the noisy intruder. As the church organist began to play “All Things Bright and Beautiful” a tall man in a smart hedge coat, with a silk scarf tucked into his collar, joined the family at the end of the pew. Jeremy and Jemima stood next to Mum and Dad holding hymn books in their hands.
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