Anyway, things improved once I gave up and got up, and I texted Ro to see if he’d like to take me out to lunch. And, dear boy, he said yes. So off I went to my Nadfas lecture, which was jolly good. Really excellent. The lecturer is not a young woman – well over 70 at the least, but I’ve heard her several times over the years and she hasn’t lost her touch one bit. This time it was about Diaghilev and the Ballets Russes. And it wasn’t just the lecture that was brilliant either. I arrived, signed in and was heading off to the auditorium to find a seat when the new Chairman came along. Her face lit up and she came to hug me and I felt so welcome that, in my overtired state, I nearly got weepy again (but didn’t actually, because I’m not a girly) and I wished her well (because it was her first time as Chairman) and then the last Chairman before me came along and we all had a happy few minutes. I saw several other friends too after the lecture and can’t think how I was daft enough to put obligations before enjoyment over the past year and only got to one lecture. Do remind me, won’t you? Fun comes first.
We went for lunch at the new J@m1e 0l1ver Italian restaurant. I had spaghetti with vongole, Ro black spaghetti with scallops, both very nice. We were amused by the waitress’s spiel and by the group of yummy mummies that came in, but it was a good cheerful atmosphere, if a bit “hi, my name’s Laura and I’m your new best friend and these are our specials” formula – but better than being slapped in the face with last week’s kipper and, as I say, the food was good which is the main thing. And it was my birthday (you know, the one I decided to ignore) treat, so Ro paid, which was jolly generous considering he’s got to find a deposit to buy a house within weeks.
I still have to go back and finish my dog posts. I nearly got as far as Chester, didn’t I? Tomorrow, darlings.