Friendship means you ask permission before you hit someone...
At about sevenish this evening Marie phoned. And we were about to settle down for a chat when I remembered she is actually in the right bit of the right city at the same time as I am for once & suggested we meet up and go for a stroll.
So I walked up to Marie's & we then wandered into the village. And onto the heath. And then part way across the heath I suggested milkshake. At which point we both started comedy power-walking (ah, the elbows), which was rather amusing... So we powered on across the heath and on through the park and into the town (slightly like Colours of day but sans evangelism) arriving about ten minutes before the shop was due to close.
There was no milkshake. None. Or rather, they didn't have any soya stuff. There was an awful lot of woe. The man on the till also loses points for (i) his tone of voice which suggested wanting milkshake at that time was practically criminal; (ii) telling me I'd be able to get a milkshake tomorrow; and (iii) asking if I wouldn't like a "normal" milkshake instead... I cannot imagine there is anyone out there who would pick soya over normal milk on some kind of whim. (Marie backed me up on that one - if you pick soya milk, you are not someone who does cow milk ever, for whatever reason...)
This flung us into a complete quandry. There was much indignation, evidently, and we then attempted to make some kind of a plan. That was how we ended up in McDonald's for tea. Ah, chips and apple pie. (I am far from being a fan, but needs must when the devil vomits in your kettle...) Though what is with McDonald's offering people two apple pies for 99p when one is 79p? I mean obviously I was just a bit perplexled & indeed wondered if I was looking particularly ravenous; and I said no thank you. One apple pie fine. Two apple pies, I think not. But I am sure there are some people out there who would feel pretty much obliged to get the second one. And indeed would then eat it. Everyone needs some fat in their diet. A certain amount of rubbish food is just fine, but seriously... I mean... *is lost for words*
We actually spent rather a long time in McDonald's, because, as usual, we were talking. Constantly, pretty much, as is our wont. We almost ended up trapped in there as well because coming downstairs after using the loos (very disturbing lurid yellow soap they use too) we discovered we were being blocked in by a staff member. Apparently checking that noone is in the upstairs of the building before blocking off the stairs is too much like common sense for it to be a plan.
With it suddenly being September (how and why and why and how?) it was quite dark when we left, shortly after nine. So we walked round past the church & then up past the theatre along the side of the park. Slightly freaked out by the noisy cyclist who was just behind us, but there you go. La. He had a crate on the back of his bike which his dog was sitting in, which was a touch startling when he finally overtook... Anyhow, we wandered up the hill and came out on the far side of the heath. My goodness but it was dark.
It was practically like a D of E expedition getting back I tell you. Vast expanses of grass, ditches, hedges, trees... I almost wished I had a torch. Well, not quite as there is some lighting as the heath is criss-crossed with roads, but still... It was like an adventure. Especially when MC almost fell over a sign. And when we were cooing over a very cute labrador puppy but because of allergies having to move away from it rather than stroke it. Bet that confused the owner. Lots...
It was a wonderful evening but all sorts of joints are whinging at me now. Ho-hum. It was splendid to see Marie though. And to talk. Plus I have laughed quite a bit, and that's always a good thing...
So I walked up to Marie's & we then wandered into the village. And onto the heath. And then part way across the heath I suggested milkshake. At which point we both started comedy power-walking (ah, the elbows), which was rather amusing... So we powered on across the heath and on through the park and into the town (slightly like Colours of day but sans evangelism) arriving about ten minutes before the shop was due to close.
There was no milkshake. None. Or rather, they didn't have any soya stuff. There was an awful lot of woe. The man on the till also loses points for (i) his tone of voice which suggested wanting milkshake at that time was practically criminal; (ii) telling me I'd be able to get a milkshake tomorrow; and (iii) asking if I wouldn't like a "normal" milkshake instead... I cannot imagine there is anyone out there who would pick soya over normal milk on some kind of whim. (Marie backed me up on that one - if you pick soya milk, you are not someone who does cow milk ever, for whatever reason...)
This flung us into a complete quandry. There was much indignation, evidently, and we then attempted to make some kind of a plan. That was how we ended up in McDonald's for tea. Ah, chips and apple pie. (I am far from being a fan, but needs must when the devil vomits in your kettle...) Though what is with McDonald's offering people two apple pies for 99p when one is 79p? I mean obviously I was just a bit perplexled & indeed wondered if I was looking particularly ravenous; and I said no thank you. One apple pie fine. Two apple pies, I think not. But I am sure there are some people out there who would feel pretty much obliged to get the second one. And indeed would then eat it. Everyone needs some fat in their diet. A certain amount of rubbish food is just fine, but seriously... I mean... *is lost for words*
We actually spent rather a long time in McDonald's, because, as usual, we were talking. Constantly, pretty much, as is our wont. We almost ended up trapped in there as well because coming downstairs after using the loos (very disturbing lurid yellow soap they use too) we discovered we were being blocked in by a staff member. Apparently checking that noone is in the upstairs of the building before blocking off the stairs is too much like common sense for it to be a plan.
With it suddenly being September (how and why and why and how?) it was quite dark when we left, shortly after nine. So we walked round past the church & then up past the theatre along the side of the park. Slightly freaked out by the noisy cyclist who was just behind us, but there you go. La. He had a crate on the back of his bike which his dog was sitting in, which was a touch startling when he finally overtook... Anyhow, we wandered up the hill and came out on the far side of the heath. My goodness but it was dark.
It was practically like a D of E expedition getting back I tell you. Vast expanses of grass, ditches, hedges, trees... I almost wished I had a torch. Well, not quite as there is some lighting as the heath is criss-crossed with roads, but still... It was like an adventure. Especially when MC almost fell over a sign. And when we were cooing over a very cute labrador puppy but because of allergies having to move away from it rather than stroke it. Bet that confused the owner. Lots...
It was a wonderful evening but all sorts of joints are whinging at me now. Ho-hum. It was splendid to see Marie though. And to talk. Plus I have laughed quite a bit, and that's always a good thing...