Everything is clearer now. The other day I was on the Sainsbury’s site and there, so I thought, was my boy Tony advertising pet insurance. Some time ago, it must be said. Before he reached his current petite but splendid maturity. Then I looked again and I realised: that’s not Tony! That’s his Mum, Crunchie!
You’ve seen Crunchie before on this blog, sitting in Margaret’s suitcase. We thought she was just joking, taunting us. Why on earth would she have any real plans to depart her luxurious Greenwich home?
But now I’m really getting worried. Crunchie started the whole thing off. She taught her sons, my Terry and Tony, how to sneak out and earn cash for their running away fund.
Perhaps they plan to run away together, the generations reunited!
Terry and Tony’s running away fund was further enhanced by the big photo shoot Terry did for Sainsbury’s a while back. Exhausted from his labours, he was not aware of my sneakily taking a photo of the evidence.
Now, as you’ve seen, Terry gets most of the fee-paying work, but as you’ll also have seen from the Cravendale advert, Tony’s the more intelligent actor, and can do the big parts. Actually it’s my theory that Tony handles the business because he’s he one with the smarts. And takes commission from his bro for all the work he gets them. Whatever, I never see a penny of their earnings!