Thought 1: What a nice man that waiter is!
We went out to Strada in Leamington Spa tonight to celebrate our 31st wedding anniversary. Old or what? Tesco took us c/o some loyalty vouchers - we know how to do romance. We did the 'shall we just have starters and mains and no pudding?' conversation and nodded wisely and agreed it was a sensible plan, and you all know how THAT story ends. The pistachio icecream and tiramisu were delicious as was the bottle of wine we shared.
Then, a bonus. We'd just asked for the bill and the waiter came back and asked if we'd like to try a free lemon and lime liqueur. I leaped up and kissed him on the neck and all over his cute little waiter waistcoat in gratitude and despite this he still brought us the liqueur which was delicious. We stumbled out of the restaurant happy and all liqueured-up and sank onto nearby benches in the high street where we were promptly arrested and accused of being homeless winos. 'Er, officer,' I said. 'What homeless winos do YOU know who smell of Gorgonzola cream sauce, garlic oil and citrus liqueur?' He said I had a point and let us go.
PS All the stuff about being arrested isn't true. Oh, and the neck-kissing.
Thought 2: What fun it is, avoiding proper writing!
I was meant to be spending the day writing more of my novel. Instead, I found these things to do:
- wash up the breakfast things very slowly
- plan excessively and in incredible detail for a lesson with a private pupil
- eat left-overs from yesterday's Easter Monday tea including some of a Christmas pudding that got lost and found again two days ago
- research 'how to plan your novel' advice on websites
- research 'where to buy software to help you plan your novel'
- watch Youtube videos demonstrating how to use the 'how to plan your novel' software
- download 'help you plan your novel' software
- spend two hours on the phone talking to friends
- realise the day had gone and that I needed to get ready to go out and be fed liqueurs by nice waiters
PS Every single thing I've said under 'Thought 2' is true. And not even exaggerated.
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