Z writes a letter and has nothing for lunch

Half past one. The Sage arrives home. “Have you had any lunch?” I asked. “Not yet,” he replied – what a world of expectancy in those two words. Pity. “Um. There’s no cheese left.” “I’ll go out and get some cheese.” “Or there’s eggs, but there isn’t any bread.” “I’ll get a loaf. And post your parcel.” I wondered whether to mention that I have nothing planned for dinner. I decided that’s a disappointment too far, as yet. Anyway, there’s always food, if one uses a bit of imagination. It’s just a question of how well you can bluff.

The children are coming through soon for a couple of hours, or else I’d go and do some shopping myself. Apparently, they’re looking forward to bouncing on our bed. They’re not allowed to do that at home. I think it’s one of the things that Grannies should allow – after all, when you don’t have to deal with the consequences, there’s a lot of fun to be had from being over-indulgent with children.

I’ve just written a long letter, a rarity nowadays. It is an actual letter, not an email, but it doesn’t really count as a proper personal thing because I typed it. I know. This is not a good thing at all. However, I hand-write so little nowadays that much more than a signature is beyond my powers of legibility. Besides, as we only write to each other occasionally, I only know what I’ve said if I keep a record – otherwise I’ll say the same thing several times and leave something vital out altogether. Conveniently, our birthdays are a fortnight apart and so my thank-you letter can go in with my present to her. This year, I’ve given her a hip flask. I have no idea whether this is a good present or a peculiar one, for one middle-aged woman to give another, but I’d not mind being given one myself, so I hope it’s the former. She and I were at school together and still are friends, although we don’t see each other for years on end.

7 comments on “Z writes a letter and has nothing for lunch

  1. Z

    I’ve just remembered we’ve both got a meeting tonight, so we’ll do well to have dinner at all.

    I’ve often wished I had one. It would be so cheering on a wintry walk, or when on holiday and you’ve been dismayed by the prices at the hotel bar.

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  2. Sarah

    There is nothing I cherish more than receiving a hand written letter, one of life’s joys. Which is why I am always sending them myself, tho’ apparently my writing is completely illegible!

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  3. Z

    I know, and she sent me one too. But I had to post it today and it would have been a brief note if I’d hand-written it. I did apologise…

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  4. Z

    They are people with fine judgement and they will Go Far – in the right direction. I feel quite encouraged and I hope that Lynn likes it. All I want now is a hip flask of my own. I think I’ll go back to the shop and see if they’ve got another.

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