He awoke in the bed of the vicar's daughter.
It was, however, not the bed he had gone to sleep in the night before.
That had been the marital bed of the vicar himself.
It had been a strange night and the memory of it would stay with him forever.
Perhaps it even formed him into who he was.
It had all started innocently enough with a conversation for two in the garden,
listening to the radio and having a wine on a cool summer's evening.
It ended in amusing confusion and a swift end to a close friendship.
Almost 25 years later he still didn't know what to think of it
but he did know that he wouldn't have want to miss it for the world.
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