Saturday 28 April 2012
Thursday 19 April 2012
"Are you sure," she asked.
The movie had been great. The pub was brilliant. The second brilliant new discovery she'd made with him. He had said lets do this again, what did that mean?
"So Friday?" she said.
"Yes." he said.
"Charlotte Rampling." she said.
"Love Charlotte Rampling." he said.
"I mean you don't have to. If you don't want to." she said, looking up at him, the bus almost there. Should she kiss him good bye? On the cheek? On the lips?
She looked at the bus.
"I do want to. Am I sending mixed messages?"
Mixed messages, she thought, she didn't even know she was on the mailing list.
Top tip: go see Le Harve..... utterly excellent.
Saturday 14 April 2012
Tuesday 3 April 2012
I knew what I needed to do. I needed to make the call and have the conversation. But I made breakfast-burritos instead, with eggs and mushrooms and chillis and cheese, for my son ....... even though he was asleep and didn't want breakfast........ until I knew it was too late to call that morning.
That evening I made a prawn curry..........
and raw carrot, mustard-seed and lime juice salad, instead of making the call.....
I couldn't make the call the next day either because I was busy. I was making homeade spinach and egg pizza for my mate Dave.......
It's not like we'd been seeing each other for a really long time, no plans made, no promises broken. And isn't it better not to lead someone on? He left me a message. Again. I was going to call back but first I made seafood tagliatelle with watercress and rocket salad.
But honestly, texting everyday from week one is a bit obsessive. We hardly know each other. And then there is the ex who is actually still the missus. And the problem at work caused by the affair....... So, I made lamb and bean stew with young garlic .....
.....called him and explained it was him not me. I served the lamb with different coloured kale grown in a pot outside in the courtyard. There wasn't very much but it was very fresh.
Top tip: Go see Once Upon A Time In Anatolia........ Tarantino meets Chekov against the bleak Tukish landscape of the Anatolian steppe.........utterly brilliant