I’ve just taken Trendy Carol’s hubby to the hospital. Driving around at 20 mph after we have been bashing along at 45 was a bind and totally impractical.
“It’s like being in a funeral” Euan noted and I agree….it’s all one big white elephant and the cost alone of changing the street signage will be obscene
( for those that don’t know the Welsh Government has changed all 30 Mile an hour zones down to 20 miles an hour..a very unpopular move)
I went to the chemist to sort out my repeat prescription before Rome and valeted Bluebell inside and out
Tomorrow I’m back in college for the day.
Tonight I will light the fire and sort out my college paperwork and files on the floor of the living room
I’ve booked a tour of the coliseum, organised a car from the airport and tried to book two restaurants I have been totally recommended to, for consecutive nights but both told me they didn’t take bookings .
More single prejudice I wonder? Who knows
My discussion about eating along in restaurants have been interesting
My difficulty is that I’m just not used to it, especially at night.
I am reminded here of a night in Amsterdam many years ago when a ex boyfriend was being a total arse. He handpicked the restaurant we had sat down in which was a swanky and somewhat pretentious affair and as other diners chatted quietly he proceeded to lose his temper of the smallest of things, most of them with no validity whatsoever .
He verbally berated me, until it grew embarrassing for the other diners to hear so red faced I got up slowly and walked out.
It was the first and last time I had done anything like that before.
And it was the beginning of the end for that relationship
That night , I found another restaurant around Lord’s canal and asked for a table for one, which was hidden away in a corner
And I told my waitress I had walked away from my boyfriend’s sharp mouth after a one sided row
She was sweet, Dutch, older with impeccable English
“If a man embarrasses you in public” she said “he’s a klootzak”
She was right, he was a klootzak!
And finally, it’s officially autumn.
I’ve bought recycled coffee logs for the fire and made a corned beef hash for later whilst listening to old Desert Island Discs featuring costume designer Jenny Beavan and the glorious Sophia Loren
Tonight, the cottage is cosy