What Kitty Did Next - The Chesterfield Sofa Incident...
One night I was bored. I wandered about the room. Fingers decorated with paper cigar rings, a Romeo e Julietta in my hand. I took the occasional puff and added some more brandy to my glass.
The men had draped their jackets all over the room. Folio Cases and Briefs lay scattered all over. I slipped my hand into the pocket of a dove gray suit right in the middle of the room. The Wallet went into my satchel. I acted quickly. I lifted papers and small packets of white powder. I then slipped into my lair behind a large dark brown Chesterfield Sofa. I spread the wallets out in a fan in front of me. The papers I pushed under the couch. I opened the wallets.
I took the coins and amassed quite a pile on my right hand side, just behind me. I spread out the credit cards. I started sorting them according to colour. I then pulled out paper money, cheques, and business cards and started ripping them up and piled them up on the floor in front of me. On went the little packets of white powder. On went more business cards and some toothpicks.
I puffed and puffed on my cigar, then lent down and set fire to the money.
When the powders caught fire acrid white smoke began to rise.
I quickly filed the credit cards back into the wallets.
Uncle Ewan peered over the couch. He quenched my fire; the plastic was making an unpleasant smell.
Faces from all around appeared out of the smoke from my bonfire and the cigars.
Uncle Ewan smiled at me. Holding out his hands he asked me to bring everything with me around.
I strolled in with the wallets and brief cases. Most had been opened.
My father joined me and stood at my left. Uncle Ewan had my right hand.
"Now I tell you all how this is going to play out" he said, commanding the room.
"Kitty here will keep all the money."
"You will spend the rest of the party swapping cards, information and contacts."
Sweeping me from the room my anxious father rushed me to the hospital. My hands were white with the powders.
A few days later I carried on and ruined yet another diplomat's party. Free form art work in white powders which also included sugar, icing sugar, aspirin, bicarbonate of soda and salt decorated the private wing of a residence.
When I was officially five we returned to the UK.
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