3.15pm came and I waited the obligatory ten minutes for classroom clearance. I dialled the number from the 'missed call'. It rang five times and then it was answered...
"Good afternoon, Workington Association Football Club." A female voice said.
"Erm, hello," I replied, confused. "I've had two missed calls from this number today and I'm just returning them." I added.
"Okay," said the female voice, "can you tell me your name please?" She added.
"Certainly, its Graeme Bright," I replied.
"Ah, Mr Bright, nice to speak to you, I know exactly who has been trying to contact you, let me put you through to Mr Dobie's mobile now, am I okay to put you on hold?" She said.
"Yes, no worries," I added, even more confused by this twist.
As the phone dialled again being patched through, I couldn't help but wonder why the Chairman of Workington AFC wanted to speak to me. Then I remembered the letter I'd sent him... Could it be about that?! My thoughts were interrupted when a gruff, West Cumbrian accent answered the phone.
"Hello, Humphrey Dobie." The voice said.
"Hi Humphrey, it's Graeme Bright here. I'm returning your missed calls from earlier today." I replied.
"Graeme, how are you? I'm glad you've rang back, its been a while since I last saw you down at Borough Park. Everything okay?" He added, making me feel a little more at ease.
"Yeah, fine thanks Humphrey. Been really busy with work and the family, you know how it is." I lied. What I really meant was I thought £12 was extortion for watching the product on offer!
"I know exactly what you mean, been there myself and done it." Humphrey added.
"Did you want anything in particular?" I enquired. "I'm assuming you didn't just want a catch up!"
"Astute as ever I see," he laughed. "Actually yes. That letter you sent regarding the future of the club, I was intrigued. I know you as a person and I know your dad well, you both know the game of football well. I'd like to chat more about it with you if that's okay?" He asked.
I was relieved, I thought he might have felt it a little cheeky my writing a letter like that.
"Yeah, that'd be fine," I replied. "Where and when would you fancy?"
"Are you busy tomorrow night, around half seven?" Humphrey asked.
"No, that would be absolutely fine for me." I replied.
"I'll book a table for dinner at the Washington Central Hotel then, don't have tea!" He said.
"No worries Humphrey," I laughed."I'll see you there tomorrow.
I hung up. "Well, at least he's going to listen to my ideas at the worst case scenario," I said aloud as I sat down to mark some books.