Sweaty fruit and veg

On the train today, I was anonymously flicking through a Metro just before we pulled into Waterloo, and I spotted a couple of odd stories. This one reminded me of how Bob feels about the size of our tiny house…

Metro – Wednesday 19Jun13

And I was going into town, not for a Date Night but a Date Lunch. Mirinda was attending the first residential of the college. Not the whole residential, of course, but the special ball in which the students get to play dress up in a respected, red brick university.

She was reminded by Ben that it was to be a black tie affair. A quick glance through her wardrobe at the flat confirmed the fact that she didn’t have anything that quite fit the ‘black tie’ bill. An equally quick phone call to me and we went through her wardrobe, piece by indescribable piece.

Eventually an outfit was decided upon (after the contents of the wardrobe had been transferred to the bed) and the bathroom bag reorganised to include items not in it and to exclude items still in it from Oz.

I packed it all into a small wheelie bag and we planned to meet at midday at Carluccio’s at Waterloo for our Date Lunch before she headed off for her university stay and I headed back home. I set about making myself presentable. Then, mid-shave, the irritating jangle of our phone interrupted me. Knowing it could only be Mirinda with something she’d forgotten, I put down the cut throat razor and answered it. I was right. Eventually, I finished shaving.

The train trip in was lovely and relaxed, affording me time to lose myself in my latest Russian novelist – Mikhail Bulgakov. I’m reading his famous novel, The Master and Margarita and it’s unputdownable. An amazing, if somewhat bizarre, satire on early 20th century Russian society. It features the devil and a naked, invisible witch as well as a very dexterous cat. Anyway, it is excellent for wiling away the train trip into town.

So, we met at Carluccio’s and had a delicious lunch (gnocchi) before we parted for our separate train trips. Not as good as a traditional Date Night but better than not seeing each other.

The second item I spotted in the Metro, which made me wonder how anyone would go about enforcing such a thing, was this:

Metro – Wednesday 19Jun13