The eagle has landed

You could have knocked me down with a nine iron when they told me. I had no idea whatsoever. As a matter of fact I doubt if many of my golfing chums at the Council knew anything. Or if they did they didn't tell me. But ignorance is no defence and I have made it my business to assemble the facts, memorise the essential details and forget everything thereafter. We call it diplomacy. So it came as a considerable surprise to be told that Alan had fallen out so badly with some young upstart whose name evades me. Naturally my sympathies are all with the Chief. I heard that he had made justifiable complaints about the man's behaviour. Then everything went quiet for a week or so. Or was it a year or so. Never mind. But it has all come right in the end. At least I think it has. By the way if you spot my favourite leather gloves in the changing room do let me know.