Ten minutes later I was quietly talking to a couple of attractive German backpackers when one of the other Volunteers arrived on the scene in search of our friendly Security bloke, who seemed to have quietly vanished from the immediate area.
Fearing the worst, I inquired whether there was any cause for alarm.
No, she replied. They’ve delivered another lot of lunches and I thought he might like seconds...
Promising to pass on the message when Security was re-established, I went back to the previous conversation.
Five minutes or so later, a familiar figure hove into view. I dutifully passed on the message, and was informed that he’d already had a double dose of lunch and was disinclined to front for thirds.
The words were barely out of his mouth before the lady Volunteer appeared on the scene, pointing out that there was plenty of lunch available should he feel inclined to indulge.
No thanks, was the reply. I’ve put on ten kilos since I started here and my wife thinks I’m pregnant...
Given the state of the weather, I was disinclined to walk home at the end of the shift, and waited around for a lift home which arrived at the same time as our Ace Star Spotter, who wanted to know whether we’d spotted John Jarratt who had apparently walked straight past me cunningly hidden under a pink umbrella....
I hadn’t, which tends to support the suggestion that, when it comes to star spotting, I’m barely out of the Novice category...
Wandering down to the Volunteer area in the course of the daily lap around town on Tuesday I was somewhat bemused to note the absence of the aforementioned Resident Media Tart.
I’d mentioned to him on Sunday afternoon that a new blog entry with Cristian content was imminent, and was interested to gather some feedback.
Since he had been conspicuous by his absence throughout Monday, and my arrival on the scene on Tuesday coincided with the changeover between the morning crew and the midday shift, I wondered whether Week Five’s entry had, perhaps, been the source of some embarrassment....