As I chewed my way nervously though the main course (“roasted fillet of halibut on a bed of braised lentils”) of an otherwise faultless lunch in our brand new client dining rooms on the 11th Floor of One Angel Lane – Hen, with her new found interest in food has warned me ( ask if you dare ) what can happen when you eat lentils – I should have been hanging on Mr Darby’s every word, but I had spent all day yesterday with him in Edinburgh which was a privilege of course and we even managed to share a nice bottle of Puligny Montrachet at one point. Anyway, the other disconcerting aspect of lunch was that it slowly dawned on me that I had even less than usual to tell you about this Friday. I suspect this is mainly because it has been a frantic week at work and despite the fact that it was half term which normally results in at least a couple of stories. I mentioned last week that it was Bob’s birthday and predictably he was thrilled with the present from his imaginative god-father, a video camera that can be fixed to one’s skiing helmet. I have seen the thank you letter he has written ( pretty well brought up eh! ) and a sentence leapt out. “I am thinking of strapping it on to my lurcher Twiggie and get a film of her chasing a hare.” What did I tell you? Snuff videos.
Hen was back briefly before the allure of Leeds proved too great. Not before we had a classic Hen moment when she grabbed a pair of Sophie’s broken glasses complaining that her eye sight was troubling her, but mostly concerned whether she looked good in specs. Naturally we said they suited her and she, unsurprisingly, said that the glasses improved her sight. She may need help with her eyesight now since she ended up poking herself in the eye when we told her the glasses had no lenses in them.
I know....lame. Almost as lame as what I’m off to this evening....mouse racing. You’ve got to be joking.
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