… as Julie Felix didn’t sing.
I abandoned Charlotte today, because I went to see a friend for lunch. I did make her a sandwich for her lunch though. I didn’t mention, she badly hurt her hand a couple of months ago (forgot you’re supposed to pick up a carving knife by its handle) and it still isn’t better – that is, the skin has healed but she can’t use it yet. Can you imagine, living alone and not having the use of your right hand? Obv, if you’re right-handed…
Even to butter ready-sliced bread, you need to steady it with one hand while buttering it with the other. So anyway, I slapped on butter and smoked salmon. That was it. I cut it into quarters, covered the plate and put it back in the fridge. Full hostess mode, hey. I’m going out again tomorrow, and she plans to go into town and hit the charity shops and also to do a recce at the local takeaways, because she says that dinner is on her.
We’ve talked and talked. The Sage startled me by talking broad Norfolk to her – of course, I knew that he could, but that didn’t mean I’ve ever heard him do so. I’ve told her of the few but, to her, precious memories I have of her beloved Granny, who died in January 1963 and that led on to more conversation about all sorts of people from our pasts.
And, as implied, I’m off with the family to the zoo tomorrow morning. If I were to sneak into the monkey cage, do you think anyone would notice?
Ooh, I almost forgot. I got the highest word score I probably ever will get at Scrabble, this evening. TRILOBAL on two triples, 140 points. If Rog beats me now, I shall be deeply impressed.