The old ones are the best
‘I didn’t recognize you with your clothes on.’
‘Ha ha! Could I draw out thirty pounds please.’
I get this one-liner at least once a week. The building society clerk today; a postman on his rounds tomorrow; a woman walking her dog. I never recognize any of them.
I take my little fistful of life savings back to the Oxfam shop which has got this most amazing antique lace christening gown at a rip-off price but I want it so much. I’ll probably be able to get a pram for less.
It won’t exactly be a christening, what with me not being religious. But something; some naming thing. A massive celebration, anyway.
In Franco’s I start a name list on a paper napkin.
And that’s where I pick up his text.
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