“What are we having for dinner?” enquired Ro, coming to have a look. “Ah, fish fingers.” “Goujons” I intoned nasally. “That’s right, thick fish fingers” “Goujons” I insisted. “I haven’t spent half an hour grating bread and egg-and-breadcrumbing fillets of fish for them to be called fish fingers.” “Yeah, but they are,” he said, wandering out of the room.
Ten minutes later, eating dinner, he said “What’s the fish?” “Sea bass”. “Hm, could tell they were a cut above. Very fine texture and flavour.” “Line caught” I insised. “Bit of a waste to make fish fingers, but they’re very good.”
We had a power cut this morning and I rang the electricity board to find out what the fault was. The recorded voice told me that there were numerous faults in the area because of the extreme weather conditions. I stared out at the warm, humid, still air, wondering what exactly constituted an extreme weather condition. Haze just doesn’t seem to do it.
When I was in town, I greeted the mother of an old school friend of Ro’s and asked after the family. “Chris is getting married next year,” she said brightly. Blimey. He’s only a year older than Ro. I told him, later. His reaction was much the same. Mind you, one of his school friends, James, got married a couple of years ago.