What a hilarious couple of days.
From trying to discuss corneas in the Pied Bull while Germany were getting knocked out of the World Cup... to KC and Kayse coming to my Aqua class and laughing at my rocking horse....... to the drama of Bollicinis NOT serving salad..."we don't serve salad"...(!!!?),,, to Phil talking Italian to a Spanish waiter and claiming to know his masseur, Tim... to going out for breakfast and still laughing about it all.
Brilliant.
It was a mini Chester college reunion.
Kayse was over from Australia so KC came up from down south and they met in Chester, (well, it's nearly in the middle) so Dee nipped over from Wigan and Philly, Husb and I were free to join them.
How can a chair be so funny?
Heck...how OLD are we?
We were giggling like schoolgirls.
Meanwhile Phil contemplated his future.
It was such a funny night, when, in fact, things weren't particularly funny. But the waiter couldn't get anything right, he couldn't have been any more hopeless if he'd tried. Perhaps we made him nervous.
He couldn't seem to handle us at all.
The more we laughed, the more he got wrong.
He was such good entertainment but I'm sure he didn't mean to be.
Diesel came to Square One for a leapabout next morning and I lasted till virtually the very end before announcing what a very good best friend she was...but sorry...coffee was off, we had breakfast booked.
And it was true.
We did.
I had bacon and eggs to prove it.
Surely this has to be an annual event?
Wotahoot,
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