Rupert who’s Rupert?

The reason that a visit to the Birds of Prey centre was planned was Rupert. Who’s Rupert you might ask – well I certainly would and did – repeatedly. Apparently Rupert is gorgeous, Rupert is handsome, Rupert was built up to be the best thing since an epilator (if you have never had the experience of using one – I strongly suggest you do. Please do not send your comments to me afterwards for fear of offence.)

Sharon and Cilla knew Rupert well, they don’t know how old he was or whether he had a current partner or where he lived but they do know all of the above ie gorgeous etc. They also know that Katherine (the gorgeous blonde) and I are single. They couldn’t decide who would be the best match so decided to throw us both at him in the time honoured tradition of setting up ones friends. However, and this is where it gets complicated – he didn’t know anything about it. It took me a while to work that one out………….

Are you still with me? Rupert is the co-owner of the Birds of Prey Centre, co-owner with an ex-girlfriend who would be in her early 40’s I suspect. Umm that would probably put Rupert in the 40’s bracket then – too old for 28 yr old Katherine. Oh great – that leaves me in the frame.

The first question that Cilla asked at the reception desk was “Is Rupert doing the flying demonstration?” at the reply of ‘no’, I slunk round the corner expecting her to continue her questioning – she didn’t, phew! The flying demonstration was superb, delivered by the ex-girlfriends son with much aplomb – one of the best I’ve seen and definitely worth a trip.

The next hour or so was spent, ostensibly in looking at the range of raptors and snakes, but was really an excuse to look for Rupert. Rupert failed to materialise, thank god. However this demi-god of manhood should be honoured for his ability to attract a bedraggled bunch (it was raining very hard) of four adults and two children, to a morning out followed by tea and cake; a prelude to Katherine and I wending our way to respective homes or in my case a long, but very pretty trip round the countryside before finding a signpost pointing to Bruton.

Rupert - if you’re out there somewhere – my name is Jane, forget Katherine, far too young for you!