Posmeester’s plan B becomes his plan A

Bloos and Kaalvoet Meisie are in discussion while drinking their morning coffees on the farmhouse stoep.

“I’ve thought about it all week,” says Bloos. “I think it will be too much effort for whomever gave us those tickets, to also accommodate my snacks. Besides, I don’t want to look ondankbaar!”

Kaalvoet Meisie gives an encouraging smile. “We won’t know until we find out who gave us the tickets for the big rugby game. Perhaps Posmeester can give us a clue?”

They hear Posmeester’s low, warm voice behind them. “My ears are burning …”

They swing around. “Posmeester!” says Bloos. “We usually hear your footsteps, because of your heavy leather boots.”

Posmeester laughs. “I’m wearing pantoffels for a change. Just for a little while. You know I’ll never skip my duties.” He takes a sip of coffee. “But I will take the weekend off. For our lekker time at the rugby.”

He turns and walks away. But Bloos has a light-bulb moment, intercepts him.

“Wait! You said you don’t know who gifted us the tickets. But you know everything and anything about mail in the Overberg. I think … it was actually you!”

Posmeester is wide-eyed for a beat, but then smiles. “I should have known one of you would figure it out! But why do you look so upset?”

Bloos looks away shyly. “I don’t want to cause trouble … But I’ve made a lot of effort to make us Irish snacks for the viewing party. I’ve even made some green clover cookies!” She rushes towards the kitchen: “Wait, I’ll show you!”

Posmeester holds up his hand, chuckling. “No need, Bloos. I made a plan B, in case the family can’t make it. And, the more I think about it, it should have been my plan A!”

A beat. Then: “You know mos about the primary school kids practising rugby by the old abandoned school?”

Kaalvoet Meisie steps forward, nods. “They’re, like, super dedicated. And very talented too!”

Posmeester smiles in agreement. “They should get the tickets. I’ll sponsor them for travel and accommodation, and organise a chaperone. They must watch their heroes in action, and know that dreams can come true!”

Bloos wipes a tear away. “Sjoe. I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” replies Posmeester. “Now, let’s go test those clover-cookies, before I change my mind!”

They laugh heartily as they head to the kitchen.



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