Well here I am, still in my pink dressing gown (it was a late night), eating a currant bun and reminiscing on yesterdays activities.
It was the August Friday half day, and my friend Laura travelled to London town to meet me for lunch. Both talking nineteen to the dozen, we entered a little Italian restaurant and asked for a table for two. Wine, garlic bread and olives were ordered. The olives were for Laura's benefit. If there is one piece of food on this planet that I dislike with a passion, it's olives. I can not bear them. Anyway, moving on from the olives. The menu was packed with lots of other appealing food, but we both settled on the vegetarian and sea food risottos. They did not disappoint. It was lovely to see my friend, our healthy appetites were discussed, work schedules, my new car, her son and her (fingers crossed) new house. We finished our lunch date with a cappuccino each, and having exhausted all avenues of conversation, we made our way to the tube station and said our goodbyes.
After my three train journeys, with 'The Bonesetter's Daughter' for company, I arrived home to make my arrangements for the evening. I had planned to spend the evening with my friend Chamelle, and I invited my friend Claire along. But unfortunately, in the cab driving to our destination, Chamelle telephoned my mobile to explain she had babysitting problems and wouldn't be able to make it. Which was a real shame.
The cab driver, after patiently waiting for me to find my red high heeled shoes (I still can't find them, and I have no idea where they can possibly be) and patiently waiting for Claire's train to arrive at the station, dropped us at a new wine bar. Well, it was new to us, we had decided to sample it's delights, to see what all the fuss was about. It is actually an extension, via a little wooden bridge and running water, from a Chinese restaurant. I was pleasantly impressed with the atmosphere and decor. There was even a live band performing inside, but Claire and I sat at a table outside, by the heaters. And who do you think we bumped into? Unbeknown to us, our other friend Helen (otherwise known as patience of a saint) was sitting outside too. What an unexpected treat. White wine was paid for, and we were all chatting as if we hadn't seen each other for years. The wine and conversation flowed, the band continued playing, and a jolly good time was had by all.
Clarie's flat mate, very kindly, collected us at the end of the evening and dropped me home. Once dropped outside my house, I proudly showed my friend and her flat mate my new car. And then I zig zagged my way on the stepping stones to my front door, where I happily and merrily made my way to bed.
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A glass of wine, anyone?