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 once upon a time

Mystery and a sense of mystique surrounded
Gavin the waiter, then I causally asked him are we
over staying our welcome. He glanced my way
and with a shrug of his shoulders declared, no.
Now I ask you, is anything more interesting than
a shrug of the shoulders. I was to put it mildly, Mystified.
There we were, Margaret and I, sitting in the Bizzy Bee
restaurant, in of all places Downpatrick the county town
of Down.  The auld town abounds with mystery and mysticism.
But would you truly expect yourself to end up totally
mystified by a causal shrug of Gavin’s shoulders, I glanced
askance at Margaret, she was doing her best to comprehend
the mystery surrounding Gavin’s most eloquent of gestures.
Then again no more so than I, all I can say is the food was
excellent and not in the least mystifying. On the way out of
town we decided to drive the back roads home. Travelling
over the Drumlins that lend themselves to Downpatricks mystic.
We shall return to the Bizzy Bee and perhaps once again be
surrounded by good company and Gavin’s sense of Mystery and
the excellent food provided by the bizzy bees mystique.

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