Guess what happened to me on the train this morning? There I was, minding my own business, and engrossed in ‘The Kite Runner’ (excellent book by the way, begins in 1970’s Afghanistan, a real eye opener and tear jerker, sensitively written, telling the life story of the narrator) when I spotted a spare seat. Oh goody, I thought to myself, I can rest my weary legs and give my arm a break from my large and fully packed bag. So I stepped backwards, and I was about to sit down, when quick as a flash, out of nowhere, a woman came flying along and literally pushed, yes pushed me out of the way, and sat down on the spare seat.
“You must really want that seat!” I said to her. She ignored me. And then closed her eyes for the remainder of the journey, so she didn’t have to look at me glaring at her from over the top of my book.
Another thing that happened to me this morning - I opened the cupboard under the stairs, to remove a can of soup from the never ending supply, when I realised there were no cans of soup! The never ending supply had ran out!
I couldn’t even open the fridge in the kitchen, to see what replacement food I could pack in my large bag, as there is no fridge in the kitchen! There are also no cupboards, no sink, no freezer, no washing machine, nothing. The room is an empty shell.
Before you start stressing that we have been burgled, and the kitchen (and the cans of soup) have been stolen, let me explain it’s been ripped out and a new one is being installed as I write this.
Due to the lack of kitchen, the traditional (at home) family birthday tea was cancelled last night. It was my mothers birthday. Instead, me, mum, dad, and my mum’s lovely best friend, went to a local pub/restaurant for food and drink. None of us had actually been in the local pub/restaurant before, but it came recommended through a friend of a friend. My father commented that he'd driven past it nearly every day for the past 48 years, but had never once stepped inside.
Last night we all stepped inside, and soft lighting, an open log fire, a large Christmas tree in the corner, and rustic tables greeted us. The only fault was the service, the waitress was far too slow, messed up the drinks order and forgot my mothers mashed potato.
My meal was faultless though – goats cheese tart, with red onion and apple, and rocket salad, followed by mushroom, parmesan and herb risotto, then banoffee pancakes and ice cream for dessert.
Now you can understand why I reached for the healthy and low fat soup this morning.
Never mind, I'll be be exercising tonight, I shall be ice skating in Hyde Park. I haven’t ice skated for years, so I’m hoping I’m not too rusty, and that I don’t do anything too embarrassing. Hmm. We’ll see.
And if anyone gets in my way, maybe I should take a leaf out of Rude Woman On The Train’s book, and push ‘em out of the way! Nah, I’m far too nice and polite for all of that.
Picture of the day:
My favourite flowers.