'Look I'll take you in the land rover and we'll have our drink, then I'll come home and if you want me to pick you up later I will.'
'Nah- don't worry, I'll crash at me dad's place and get him to bring me back tomorrow morning.'
Over a pint Steve asked if it was just missing Teri that was making Ron morose. Ron told him about Teri's family and about her being the youngest and only unmarried member.
'Just think of it Steve- by the end of the year there'll be 22 grandchildren. I'd like to be a dad some day but two kids would be plenty I reckon. If Teri and I do get married I reckon I'd have to have the snip after that- on the qt though cos I bet that's frowned on too! I'm all muddled up, I've read the book Teri gave me. It was hard going- no pictures see! I can't be doing with all this religion. I've been introduced to Father Michael. He's a nice bloke not that old either but as far as Teri's concerned his word is law.'
'Mate I wish I could help but at the moment I don't see how.' he put some money on the table. 'Here- have the next one on me. I'd better be getting back. Give me a ring if you change your mind about wanting a lift.'
Ron got himself another drink and sat staring moodily into his glass. The barmaid was collecting empty glasses and noticing his long face went and wound her arms round his neck.
'Cheer up Ron love, it might never happen.'
'Yeah-that's what I'm afraid of Jean.' She was wearing a low cut blouse which did nothing to hide her charms as she was a well endowed girl. Ron looked away quickly instead of feasting his eyes appreciatively as he had often done before. He stayed until closing time and was very drunk when he left. He knew he could not phone Steve at that hour so he staggered home glad he had his door key in his inside pocket so he didn't have to rouse his father. He didn't bother to put the light on or find pyjamas but slept in his underwear. He was woken by a girl screaming. He sat up and was surprised to learn that the scream came from beside him.
'Ere! What you doing in my bed?' he asked the girl as the door opened and his father came in.
'Ron!' he exclaimed. 'I thought you were living at Follyfoot now. I've said Pam can use your room. She's the daughter of my friend Roy Daventree from Chester and she's at university in Leeds.'
'Nice to meet you I'm sure ' said Ron. 'Excuse me if I don't shake hands' he said as he pulled on his jeans and shirt. He looked at his watch and said
'I'll have some breakfast ,dad, then you'd better run me to work. It's the least you can do for not telling me about your house guest.'
Ron was not going to tell anyone at the farm about the incident with Pam but his father of course could see the funny side and was unable to resist making him feel uncomfortable in front of his friends.
'Ron, how could you get so drunk that you allowed that to happen' reproached Dora. 'You just wait till Teri finds out!'
'Ere- steady on girl, you're not going to tell her are you?' asked Slugger.
'No but Ron is!'
'Yes after all son, she is a Roman Catholic and they're into confessions- good for the soul!' said his father.
'I think I'll go and do some mucking out' said Ron. 'Get myself into practice because I'll soon be deep in manure!'
His father drove off chuckling.
'Dora, that really wasn't very kind.' said Steve. 'Ron's in a bad enough state over Teri as it is.'
'Well he'll just have to get himself out of it. I'm going to do some paperwork.' she said stomping off indoors.
'Oh mate, that won't do her mood any good. I think I'd better join Ron' groaned Steve.
Dora's mood did improve as the day went on but she was still adamant that ron had to tell Teri.
That night Ron took his bike to the Saracen's Head so he would not meet any of his friends and be tempted to drown his sorrows with them. There were several unattached girls there and one in particular kept sending him signals that she was interested in him. At one point she went over to where he was sitting and tried to engage him in conversation but he only answered in monosyllables hoping that she would get the message. The door opened and several of Teri's friends who had been in the concert entered.
'Oh Blimey' muttered Ron and got up to go to the gents which had another way out into the other bar. He then left the pub and was about to drive off back to Follyfoot when the girl who'd been talking to him came out obviouly looking for him.
'There you are- do you think you can give me a lift home- I'm not feeling too good?'
'Where do you live?' the address she gave was on the outskirts of the village in the opposite direction to the farm but Ron thought it was better to take her than risk her causing a scene. 'Hop on then.'
She was wearing a short tight skirt and Ron was beginning to think this was not a good idea and call her a taxi instead. As he turned to speak to her a car pulled up and some more of Teri's friends got out and went into the pub giving Ron frosty glances on the way.
'Hold tight!' he said to the girl and roared off. Whgen they arrived at their destination he started his engine and was away befroe she had a chance to say or do anything but stand there open mouthed. When he got back to the farm Steve was outside checking on the horses before going to bed.
'You okay mate?' he asked.
'No Steve- I've gone and put me foot in it again.'
'Everyone else is in bed, come and have a coffee and tell me all about it.'
Ron followed him inside and told him about the night's happenings. 'I know I'm going to have to explain this one to Teri because her friends are sure to split on me. Please Steve, keep it to yourself.'
Steve nodded.He hoped Dora wouldn't get to hear from Teri or he would be in trouble for keeping quiet.