A little mischief making

Having "lifted the lid" this weekend on my previous life in Wiltshire, I thought it would be a shame to close it again without further recollections of those distant days.

In fact "distance" is a somewhat relevant word, as not only does it "...make the heart grow fonder", but it also makes me, now safely ensconced back in Sussex, feel safer - from any potential threats of physical violence - should the "subjects" of my recollections, not wish such tales to be re-told.

There are many stories to tell, such as the tale of Scalectrix and Superglue at Xmas; or How to get a piano on a double-decker bus; or the story of Paul and his car repair (?) business - but more of these another time.

Today's tale from the days of "yore" concerns a holiday that we took with the our close friends the B family (alphabetic not insect).

Following the holiday, which had been in the south of France, I decided that there was an opportunity for little mischief.

Whilst away, although not exactly a case of "...when in Rome, do as the Romans do" - mainly because we were in France and not Italy- the "women" did partake in some topless sunbathing - please see Blog entry of 10November 2007 for photographic evidence!

Well at the time in question (which co-incidentally was around the time that Twin Peaks was on TV) both of the aforementioned "women" worked at the local primary school, which both children in both families attended, and where I was on the Board (bored?) of Governors.

Now, whilst not totally ethical, my position at the school, gave me access to school 'headed paper', which when combined with a topless photo and too much spare time equals "mischief"!

So it was that I penned a letter, purporting to be from the school Headteacher, advising S that (something along the lines of)

"...due to the fact that pupils had been circulating topless photos of her in the playground, the Board of Governors would have no option but to consider her position as a member of staff due to potentially bringing the good name (?) of the school into disrepute...."

I must say that the letter did look official and it was delivered (most probably under cover of darkness to S's house. I'm not sure how long we left it before announcing that the letter was hoax, but I know it wasn't long as I didn't want to risk any potential double-bluff involving claims from S that she'd already rung the headteacher to apologise.

The letter had "worked", at least momentarily, and my life became a little less safe from that moment on!

PS I am ashamed at those of you who paused from reading this story to go in search of the topless photos in the 10 November entry - I know who you are!

As if I would do something as underhand as that...