There is a couple that we know socially. The husband is drop dead gorgeous (a girl is allowed to window shop!), has a larger than life personality and is great company. Unfortunately his wife has the personality of a dead ferret and talking to her is like drawing teeth. She could easily win "Bore of the Year."
Anyway, this afternoon I received a phone call from the husband and in silken tones he said "Are you doing anything tonight?"
As it happens, I was free and tried to sound nonchalant when I told him.
He then asked if I could meet him in his village at 6pm....just me, not me and Mr O. He then informed me his wife was away on a course and he needed me. I breathlessly agreed to meet him and it was at this point he revealed his motive. I didn't realise he is now an Akela and he wanted me to run a First Aid course for his cub scouts.
I tell you, an hour in the company of sixteen 8 year olds has aged me by 10 years.
We had a first aid demo from St Johns and next day a teacher wasn't in school. Turned out they'd broken his arm, putting him into the recovery position!