Coached

Opened up and left to take older son to the dentist.
On my return I rang in.
"Is everything alright?" I lazily asked.
"NO IT ISN'T" came the reply, "WE'VE HAD A COACH PARTY TURN UP".
I was there in three minutes (the joy of living very close by) but the panic was all over by then. The unexpected coach had now departed after lunch and there were just a few tables with people at them, among them a young man who looked battered and bruised.
He said he'd been playing rugby for the past two days.
I advised him to give it up.
He looked at me as if I'd gone mad.
I came home again once we were on top of the clearing up.
A man phoned to book in a coach for June 2012.
Now that's more like it.