Cecelia either did not know her own strength or Pimple was a bigger wimp than anyone had previously given him credit for. In the end, it was considered to be a little bit of both. Pimple, after he had retaken his seat, was inexcusably, and confusingly, still laughing and, after he had examined his arm for a fracture, he was able to explain the source of his mirth, the strength of which had withstood a right hook from his beloved. He was laughing at the church, he said, which irritated Mike, but Pimple carried on regardless of the risk to his health on so many fronts. He elucidated, saying this was not unusual behaviour for his Uncle Poopey, whose reputation, in the wag aristocratic and ecclesiastic, and very English eccentric world, was one of being a bit of a card.
a bit of a cardSamuels
