To be led up the garden path
I don’t know if you take an interest in the sport of cricket but this week former England batsmen Kevin Pietersen claimed that he was ‘led up the garden path’ about a possible return to the team. I thought that in the interests of research I should indulge in some garden path leading so I can let you know what it’s all about.
Our garden is very small and I can easily traverse it on my own so when I asked Mrs ManVCliche to lead me up the garden path she told me that I was perfectly capable of doing that myself. When I suggested that I would go in a blindfold or at least take my glasses off so I couldn’t see where I was going and she wouldn’t want me to fall into the hazel tree or birdbath she agreed.
We stepped out of the conservatory and made our way up the garden path. Four seconds later we’d arrived, as expected, at the garden gate. I must confess to being underwhelmed.
The garden seems pretty flat but I thought we ought to make the journey in reverse as well in case I’d actually been led down the garden path by mistake. Four seconds later, and with no dramas to report, we were back at the house. Still underwhelmed.
Conclusion: I don’t get it. If someone leads you up the garden path it’s fairly easy to find your way back to where you came from. Unless it’s a massive garden perhaps. Or at night. And you don’t have a torch. Then it might be tricky. I can only conclude that Kevin Pietersen was led into a massive garden somewhere, probably by someone in the England team, and it was really dark and it took him ages to find where he needed to get to and he’s a bit cheesed off about it.
Next time: I upset an applecart
