Continued from yesterday.
For YesBut’s Image posted on the 20th June 2007 Ozlady suggested the caption: -
“Guys – shut up, I’m trying to read this sign . . .’U-N that’s un, D-E-R, that’s der . . .”The photo suggested to me the following story (continued from yesterday):
All his life Ian had only one ambition which sustained him through his lonely upbringing in a small Belgium town; that was to one day find his father. All he knew about his father was what his mother had told him shortly before she had died, from eating contaminated camembert cheese. She had met him while she had been working as a roof repairer in Brussels; his name was either Brian or Bart she wasn’t absolutely sure, but it started with a ’B’. He was English and he had been in Brussels attending a conference on “The standardisation of window frame measuring techniques as applied to the measurement of wooden framed double glassed duel panelled shutter-less windows, as specified in European Union Standardization and Regulation Notice S5C - RT - 5643 dated January 1988“. They had spent one night together, and she had two mementoes: Ian and a rather grey black and white photo of the two of them. Ian had come to London to search for his father. His first port of call had been at the National Federation of Windows, Doors and Allied Components Manufacturers and Surveyors, headquarters in just off Chancery Lane. But they were of no assistance. However to be fair to them, his inability to speak English had been a barrier to communication.
Mac reached the betting shop just as the winner of the 04.30 at Kempton was being announced. Ian walked down the steps to the underground station to continue his search. Jackie sat in her flat, wondering why Ben hadn’t come or even phoned her. Ben opened the front door to his house on the journey home he had formulated a plan.
