There’s nothing quite like a
girlie lunch in the village cafe.
A bottle of bubbles and roars of
laughter, some serious bits of conversation, some good food, and the somewhat
tedious company of an older couple either on their second date or a hiding away
from the spouse assignation, made for a fine afternoon.
The couple in question really
should have just, ‘got a room’. I think young people in the blush of romance
who just cannot keep their hands off each other, whilst a little sick making,
is forgivable. We all can remember when lust won out over propriety. But these
2 were older and should have known better. They were in public, mauling each
other, in the middle of the day AND they were sober! They could have sat in the
park and been at least a little more inconspicuous. Really it put me off my
food, and we all know it is never wise to get between me and a meal.
A business woman from the village
we all know, was working and unable to join us, though the waft of bubbles
certainly tempted her.
She penned this little verse for
us.
A ‘POME’ from My Desk
I LOVE the idea that you asked me
To sit and join in the fun with
you three!
The sound of your laughter,
And the sparkle in your eyes,
Make me leave the table with
masses of sighs!
One redhead, one blonde and one
of brown,
If it was night-time you’d be
really painting the town.
GO GIRLS !!!
It was recited loudly in a very ‘strine’
accent and we laughed some more and waved when she emerged from her office for
air.
We righted the world and remedied
strained relationships, and laughed and enjoyed the silliness of Christmas drinks
in October.
It is stomping its way towards us,
that Christmas. Better drag out the tinsel and tree and dust off the Santa hats.
It won’t be long now.
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