With each passing day my anticipation grows. Or is it apprehension? Will I be glad to see his toothless face? Will I be disappointed if he doesn’t show, or will I be relieved? These are the question one asks himself when awaiting the arrival of Arthur Bailey.
He is due to arrive at around 8 AM Saturday morning, equipped with his weed whacker (“a really good one”) and a passion for blackberry eradication. How will this drama (comedy?) play out? Does he posess the skills he claims for the task at hand, or is he all toothless talk? Will he work as hard as he claims, or will he spend half his time trying to discuss the geo-political landscape and popular television with me?
Only time will tell. Only time will tell.