Lovely Day
I left the nurse (a new one just for today) taking blood before MTL starts the penultimate chemo on Friday. Definitely a spring day the forsythia was a golden glow. Down in the town I was glad of my gloves – even with a camera. I was off to have coffee with a gel I did some computer courses with about nine years ago. We re- discovered ourselves on Face-book. She hadn’t changed and both of us were suitably surprised to discover we had both had had big birthdays (not the same decade) in the last year.
We sat and drank coffee in the Bistro, and exchanged notes. She hasn’t got a blog, has three part- time jobs, and was frustrated by not being able to get on line. I told her I had been having the same problem and not to worry – it never lasted longer than a day but J said she had been off for a week! She does everything through BT – my Broad band is with Orange so maybe it’s better to ignore the special deals and stay put.
As a birthday treat her sons had bought her a trip to Nashville to do the Elvis thing. I remembered that she had been a great fan of the Irish singer – Danny? who had a tremendous following. Had she forsaken him? Not at all! Her sacrifice for Lent was not to listen to Danny’s music but her partner allowed her to –whilst having to suffer being off line. Naughtily I suggested some folk would regard it as a bonus not listening to the Irish singer but she smiled and said she was used to being teased about it.
Oddly both of us had arranged to meet our partners at 12.45 so we drifted round the shops. Scarlet (side-bar) had suggested I try L’Eau D’Issey when I was looking for a new scent. We went to Super Drug – they had it but no tester. Boots had both; we both liked it so – an early birthday present from me to me. We parted agreeing we should do it again. It was a fair walk to the rendezvous with MTL and the wind played havoc with my over-grown hair.
There he was waiting patiently beneath the beautiful windows in the Kildare Lodge. They have moved the bar into what was the dining room, so one can admire the architecture while just having a drink. They warned us there would be a wait to eat but we weren’t in any rush. I sighed when I realised MTL was wearing a shirt with a frayed collar which - as he didn’t want me to ditch it - he only wears in the house. Usually I give him the once over before he ventures out.
PS I wonder why the font suddenly changes size?
