A firm grip on life

Thursday 13th May, 2010

“Darling, what did you think of that film? Wasn’t it amazing?” Francis and I clattered down the stairs in the wrong direction, heading for the security fire exit.
“Hello? It’s like a geriatrics outing, get a grip and follow me.” Mandy had taken firm control and like rounded up sheep we followed her out towards the shopping mall. I know Fulham has million pound houses and flash motors, but frankly Fulham Broadway missed out somewhere.
Me: “Shall we share some tapas before we head off?”
“I tell you what, it’s only 8.45 so I’ll just have a quick drink with you, but I won’t eat as I don’t want a late night.” Francis piped up.
Ummm, where have I heard that before?

This then is an abbreviated version of what went down.

Francis: “Darling (to the waiter), Can you just do me a small mozzarella and tomato salad. Oh and a beer too, thank you”.
Francis: “Oh yes, and perhaps some dough balls and olives would be nice.” That’s’ the ‘no eating’ sorted then.
Two hours later.
Francis: “If either of you two said I should have another beer, do you know, I think I just might.” And there we have the ‘only one drink’.
Francis: “Mandy, should we share an icecreamy chocolaty something do you think?” That’ll be more ‘I’m not going to eat’.
11pm
Francis: “Well, darlings, really must dash, don’t want to be late.
11.15pm. Francis on knees in underground carpark, contents of handbag surrounding her knees.
Francis: “This always happens. Where did I put the ticket?”
11.30pm Ticket found on the dash of her car.

Result. Another early night for the three of us. Hurrah!