Have you ever noticed how things frequently happen in threes? Perhaps recently you've over heard someone saying, “Oh no, I’m waiting for the third incident now!”
Although it doesn’t necessarily have to relate to something bad.
I was reminded of the three coincidences this week, as I have seen three separate friends, three nights on the trot and eaten three different dinners with them. See what I mean? Three is the magic number.
On night number one, I embraced my friend Annie with my company. And I’ve just thought of another three coincidence, I have to board three trains to reach her house. Okay, perhaps I am taking this three thing a tad too far now. It has been known for me to get a little carried away sometimes. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, at Annie's house. Lovely to see her again. A very tasty and healthy salad, with potatoes and vegetable quiche. It’s the wedding count down in her house, the countdown for the dress fitting and the big day. Roll on October!
After dinner and after chatting, we settled down to watch a comedy on DVD entitled ‘Gavin and Stacey’. I hadn’t seen it before but it tickled my funny bone. Plus it’s won a BAFTA award and so I was curious to see what all the fuss was about.
On night number 2, I saw my friend Helen for our monthly visit to our favourite local pub. We always order the same dinner - chunky chips, with vintage cheddar and home made chutney baguette. But it’s yummy, so why mess with a winning formula?
Our friends wedding was discussed, as Helen is using her sewing machine for the bridesmaid dresses. How clever she is. I’d love to be able to create my own creations on the sewing machine. But I fear it would look like something a five year old had attempted to make, with their arms tied behind their back and their eyes closed.
We were having a fine time, until a member of the bar staff asked if we could drink up and leave the premises. “Is it eleven o’clock already?” I exclaimed. It wasn’t. Apparently the landlord’s daughter was ill so they were closing early. It was only ten to ten. We were outraged! Chucked out of a pub at ten to ten! What if we had wanted another drink? Or pudding? But then we realised the little girl could be seriously ill, and so another drink or a lemon cheesecake was not really important in the grand scheme of things.
On night number 3, I saw my friend Caron. For a welcome change, the sun was shining and the sky was blue, so we sat in her garden debating about life and drinking wine. The forthcoming wedding was discussed again, and we had a quick peep (on lap top) at hotels to stay at in the chosen area.
Next it was time for ‘The Apprentice’ while eating a scrummy fish curry. Thank you my spangleystar! For those who don’t know, 'The Apprentice' is a reality television show where candidates are fighting for the opportunity to be Sir Alan Sugars apprentice. Fighting is the operative word, what a load of argumentative, vindictive, back stabbers they are this year.
I’ll stick to being a production controller thanks.
And so that, dear readers, is the end of my trilogy.
Oh hold on a second, just when you thought it was all over – I’m about to tuck into 3 tuna rolls (they’re only small I hasten to add).
See you tomorrow. And watch out for that number 3!
Three pictures of the day:
The sunshine flower.
Friend at the pub that closed early.
What we could have eaten if the pub hadn't closed early.