(For those of you watching on catch-up this is Sunday's episode)
Sauntering down to the hippodrome this morning - wearing my natty new white tunic with gold epaulettes - I considered the fact that as Caesar I can simply appropriate the chariot.
Questioning the youth at the entrance I discovered it is maintained by a member of the senate - maybe that's where I should start. It seems it belongs to one of my most trusted senators! This will not do! We will discuss this at a later date and I will take it.
But then, said senator is also a gladiator - out on gladiatorial duty today - so possibly I'll approach the topic tomorrow, gently. (No, that is not cowardly.)
Today's instalment starts with shocking news about the chariot -
The youth at the hippodrome has snitched on me! Said gladiator is approaching. Heavens above, if we were in the Senate building I'd be fine - no harm can come to me within. I'm not, of course, panicking - leaders such as I have no need to fear those around me - I'm just a little nervous. How do I raise the topic without causing trouble at the Senate building? Do Caesar's ever get lynched? Surely not!
Ah, the chariot has come up in conversation naturally. It seems the senator/gladiator is still in a good mood following a monumental victory two days ago.
But shock, horror!!!
It seems THE GOLDEN CHARIOT USED TO BE MINE and THE MYTHICAL OCARINA IS REAL!
Apparently in a former incarnation I was a brave, fearless king on a valiant quest (sounds a bit familiar doesn't it) for a trolley and a coffee and walnut cake(?).
It seems I succeeded in my quest, I even organised a successful 30min per event charity triathlon, then disappeared into the hills one day never to be seen again.
(I wondered why I received so many C25K messages when I strolled into the forum the other day while looking for my mojo - it was my old army welcoming me back.)
Anyway, the strolls are still going well and the weigh bridge didn't creak as much when I crossed it this morning, so all is looking encouraging. The gladiator says I can have the chariot back when I deserve it. PAH! The cheek!