Tales from the Postbox IV - Araminta

She was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar called 'Mad Dogs' in Edinburgh, that much is true (!) when she first caught the eye of a very famous Scottish hairdresser who owned a string of salons across Central Scotland and who lived in the trendy and exclusive area of 'Auld Reekie', known as the New Town, in a large Georgian townhouse, as well as owning a large Victorian farmhouse just down the coast in the countryside, where he hosted lavish dinner parties for the local landed gentry during grouse shooting season and a wooden fishing lodge near the River Dee and located not far from the royal estate at Balmoral.  Very soon Araminta was able to give up her  'vocation' and became the wife of famous hairdresser and now only frequented cocktail bars purely as a customer and always with her new husband.

The fairytale wedding most certainly lived up to everyone's expectations and Araminta looked stunning in her beautiful white dress with the hairdresser's grandmother's lace veil and diamond tiara set upon her shining blonde hairdo. She arrived at St Giles Cathedral in Edinburgh to be greeted by some 1,000 guests, all dressed in their best finery with loads of tartan, swords and Scottish splendour. With 12 bridesmaids and 6 pageboys and a 6ft. long organza train it took almost the whole of the first hymn to walk the length of the aisle. The reception was in the Assembly Rooms in George Street and with so many wedding goers, the meeting and greeting took over an hour. The guests were then amazed at the sight of the gigantic 9ft wedding cake, with a huge pair of hairdresser's scissors dangling from the top tier. It was indeed a celebration to remember.

Unfortunately, the marriage was short-lived since her husband passed away quite unexpectedly while organising the annual hair and fashion show in Glasgow. The stress of putting it all together had proved too much for him in his advancing years (yes, he was much older than his new wife) and he dropped like a stone one day behind a huge cloud of Elnette hairspray which he'd been administering to one of his creations, which was atop one of his lithe young models. Araminta took the news quite stoically after she learned that she'd inherited quite a few millions and the Georgian townhouse, part of the pre-nup conditions, although most of the salons were left to the hairdresser's son and daughter, alongwith the  country pile while the wooden fishing lodge was left to his long-serving and devoted housekeeper, Senga. Araminta wasn't too upset about these arrangements.  She'd put her 'working' days firmly behind her when she'd embarked on her new life as a new wife. She knew what life was like at rockbottom and was no stranger to scrimping and saving and being a woman of independent means.  Now though she had a reputation to uphold now that she was the toast of Edinburgh's glitterati and owned a whole set of matching Louis Vuitton luggage.  

Yet again, Jolly realised that he was way out of his depth with this prospective candidate for a wife but he admired the Scottish women that he'd encountered so far. He adored their feisty and independent spirits and knew he could depend on them if ever he found himself to be a friend-in-need. He also very much enjoyed the various cocktails Araminta had so expertly prepared for him on his regular visits, a Singapore Sling being his ultimate favourite. He'd had one of those when she'd invited him round for pre-dinner drinks (he wasn't asked to stay for dinner because he hadn't brought a change of clothes out of his uniform and she thought he would have looked very out of place amongst the tuxedos and dickie bows that the other men were requested to adorn that night). Actually, he didn't mind this very much because he was rather more comfy in his temporary little house in the country, where his pipe and slippers and cup of cocoa awaited him by the fire. He was becoming ever-so-comfortable right there in his cosy abode but soon it would be time to pack up his satchel and head off to Mags in Ireland via the nearest postbox. Further adventures awaited. 

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