Internet Dating With A Side Order Of Chips

The Duke of Mildshire could look back on a traceable ancestry or 700 years, peopled by those who lived in a social stratosphere free of financial constraints and rich in statesman of varying moral profiles and other politicians. Owing to a remorseless stream of what the Duke called “bad luck” and others referred to as reckless behaviour the circumstances of the current bearer of the title were markedly dissimilar to those of his ancestors. Now residing at Croxton Castle, Flat 3, 25 Whiteley Crescent, the current nobleman was the distinguished leaseholder of the local fish and chip shop, by-line, “ Every meal served with distinction” which Frederick Norman Octavius de Launston, twelfth Duke of Mildshire, now commonly referred to as Freddie toiled at during his abnormal working hours.

At night, as he lay his weary head on the pillow, which had been washed within living memory, he sought ways out of the drudgery that he felt ill- suited a man of his distinguished background. Gym-averse, and with the figure to prove it, our tired nobleman wracked his brains for ways to escape what he secretly described as “a living nightmare.” Round, he might be, but both his wrists and earlobes bore testimony to his remaining health and with these assets he felt sure he might be able to indulge in what he niftily described as “Reverse Russian bride dating,” by that he meant a lady of East European origin who wish to live in a world of takeaway restaurants and hair salons with a pleasing range of outdated magazines. Needless to say her father would have made a decent pile of money in the gas industry or  some other noble enterprise.

Barely was the thought formed in his languid brain than a surge of what some people might call “energy” coursed through his system. Regardless of the hour, he sprang out of bed and switched on his laptop. Within minutes his eyes were grazing through a field rich in grinning female faces of East European ancestry. Petroska Bulgin, who boasted that she liked to “make cakes the good” caught his eye. He sent her a message “Dear Petroska, I read of your enthusiasm for baking with pleasure. I am involved in the food industry and feel your skills would lie very happily with mine. The whiff of double entendre in the word “lie” gave a pleasing edge to his message, he considered. He signed it Freddie, Duke of Mildshire.

Freddie prided himself  he could look  beyond  any surface blemishes  to the inner  bank statement  and Petroska seemed  similarly  inspired  by his circumstances:  affections  swiftly  deepened  to the point  where  curiosity  about  the others  providence  came to the fore,   Freddie managed to refer casually to his need to repaint “Croxton Castle”by which  we know  he  meant Flat 3, 25 Whiteley Crescent. Both parties raved about the spiritual beauty of the other, and how hard it must be for someone of such purity to survive in the brutalising world we lived in today. When Petroska asked him how far his castle was from the nearest hair salon, complete with  outdated magazines, he realised he had seriously engaged her interests. On her part, his enquiry about the number of gas pipelines controlled by her father displayed, she considered, a pleasing and caring side to his character.

At last the time arrived  when  she decided that she must fly over and see her soulmate in person and enjoy  a quick  tour  round his castle and estate . Clearly this was a slightly disturbing prospect to our adventurous nobleman but possibly his first challenge was to smarten up the fish and chip van to a standard more suited to the transport of would-be Duchesses. Regarding his residence,  our  wily Duke told  his  “besotted one” that the castle was being redecorated and they  would  be forced to stay at  a  country hotel within walking distance of a local salon: that seemed to please her. He thought briefly of hiring a car for  the  duration of her visit but fish sales had been ebbing recently and he was not sure the business could stand the extravagance. Still, he was determined nothing would get between him and a lifetime’s supply of free energy. ” Fortune  favours  the knave ” he said  misquoting  the old proverb  with a gusto  which would have made  his ancestors  proud: others might praise this surprising profundity.

About Peter Wells aka Countingducks

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13 Responses to Internet Dating With A Side Order Of Chips

  1. Another gem of a piece Peter! It amazes me how you think all these up. You have given me a big smile on yet another grey(outside) day. 😊. I hope you enjoyed your break!


  2. Al says:

    Can’t wait for the next installment on the Duke and future Duchess. She wouldn’t be the first gal to swoon over a man who was master of the culinary arts, Duke or no Duke.


  3. Caroline says:

    I’m all agog…..

    Puts a whole new meaning on Duchess Potatoes to name but one culinary dish…..


  4. Welcome back, Peter! And a delightful opening hand. Hope you are well rested and ready to tackle the writing world.


  5. Fabulous writing, not least because beneath the humour lies a common truth which seems to permeate our society. A most entertaining and enjoyable tale. Thank you for sharing it.


  6. Ina says:

    And they lived happily ever after… 😉


  7. Jane Thorne says:

    Gawd I love chips….and this story made me chuckle. You tell them so well, and highlight the tangled webs we can weave with such mastery of the human condition. Missed you Ducky and hope you had a good holiday? xX


  8. This line sums up internet dating for “The whiff of double entendre in the word “lie” gave a pleasing edge to his message” LOL. I LOVED this my friend. I’ve missed your blog


  9. —–your mind must be going a million miles per second, Peter.
    So many ideas, characters, words…
    Delicious. xxx


  10. Very charming and witty and perceptive with wonderful characterization, as always, Peter … and – as I know someone who has hooked up with an Eastern European woman in circumstances very similiar and outcome yet to be determined and looking a little ‘scary’ (she just needs a few thousand dollars to get a divorce and some more to bribe the ‘authorities’) – not so far-fetched!


  11. Ain’t that the truth. Our wish our ‘besotted one’ well. We’ve all been there, haven’t we.


  12. nelle says:

    I have to concur with others… you have quite the imagination, and it is fun to go along for the ride. Perhaps I’ll visit the castle another day.


  13. Lol … I really enjoyed this you are a humorous storyteller. I wrote a post on internet dating ‘Internet Dating – Pleasure or Pain?’ Which one would you pick? Lol


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