1. Stopping to buy a bag of Kent cherries on the way home from work.
2. A girl we used to know quite well walks into the courtyard where we are enjoying an evening drink. We wave at her and say hi. She holds up one finger and then walks off, returning shortly with her friends. They sit down on the other side of the garden. We can see her watching us, but she doesn't come over or wave or even smile. I can't say I specially like being 'cut' like this... but the righteous indignation of 'Well! What on earth is her problem?' is rather satisfying; and then we made ourselves feel even better by forgiving her with: 'maybe she didn't have her glasses on. Or she could have been really drunk.'
3. If I was Lou, my beautiful thing would be the sight of me trying to put a duvet cover on sideways after a few too many glasses of wine.
The duvet cover incident was hilarious! So, my revised 3 beautiful things for that evening are:
ReplyDelete1. Walking barefoot home from the pub arm-in-arm with a fabulous gay man, who galantly offered to give me a piggy-back so i wouldn't get "crap & cuts" on my feet.
2. Clare drunkely trying to put a duvet on sideways and wondering why it was going spectacularly wrong.
3. The sight of Clare crying "Kebabs" and running across the road to the kebab shop with complete and utter abandon!
Louise XX
Are you sure they were kent cherries? It's very, very early for them to ripen, particularly when so starved of sunshine.
ReplyDeleteI thought that -- but the man selling them said they were from Tonbridge. Perhaps he meant Turbridgekey or Tonbridge, California or Tonbridgeistan.
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