As regular readers will be aware, I have recently joined the legion of Ladies That Lunch.
Over the last several Wednesdays,
while the Lovely Kay keeps Mr B company, I have joined various friends for lunch in one of several local eateries. There has been much laughter, chat and splendid company and each week I have returned home refreshed and energised with plenty of tales with
which to regale Mr B.
Today I decided to spend my precious two hours of “me time” on a trip to town and a spot of Christmas shopping. Yes, indeed,
you heard aright - I have gone all festive on you. It is perfectly possible, to be honest, that I wouldn’t have embarked upon a Yuletide Shop were it not for the fact that I am off to visit my Little Sister and her fella this weekend when we have agreed
it would be sensible to exchange Christmas presents. After all, who knows if we will meet again before December 25th - the prospect is looking less and less likely with every Doom and Gloom pronouncement from Downing Street.
I have been bolstered in my resolve by a discussion on TV this morning suggesting that, life today being so colourless, it might well be worth starting Christmas early this year. All that red, green
and gold! The glitter! The sparkle! Those reindeer pulling a sleigh packed high with presents, with a fat man dressed in red on board! Perhaps the Twins, Tala and Lilia, with their current obsession with All Things Christmassy have had the right idea all along.
I was a little disappointed with the Christmas displays in the shops I visited. There’s only so many gift sets of toiletries I can ponder on. Possibly the shops hadn’t
realised I was coming, with my List of Gifts To Be Bought clutched in my hand. There wasn’t much of a seasonal bustle either - except in the cafés which all seemed busy with people lining up outside, pulling up the NHS Covid app on their mobile
phones so that they could check in when they reached the head of the queue. I wandered about trying to find a place where I could enjoy a sandwich and a cup of coffee in rather less crowded surroundings until I came across the very place. Not only was I able
to purchase a latte and a rather delicious tuna and cucumber sandwich with side salad but I found, quite by accident, a new and exciting lunch companion.
to sit at a window seat, next to the door. This had the advantage of making me feel somewhat safer - though, if I’m honest, it was being able to watch the world go by from my perch that was the main reason for my choice of seat. I was half way through
my sandwich before I noticed that there was a fella sitting in the corner along from me. He had kept very, very quiet, not even voicing a basic greeting when I joined him in the window.
On closer inspection, there was a very good reason for his silence. His head, it turned out, was tucked under one arm. A notice pinned where his head should have been announced that my Silent Lunch Companion was, in fact, one “Leonardo
de Capitated” and he was an entry in the Worthing Scarecrow Festival. I haven’t seen any other entries but, if it comes to a vote, then the Headless One will have mine, even though he wasn’t the chattiest of lunch companions.
I took a quick photo on my mobile phone and sent it to my Little Sister who responded by saying she hoped I was having fun with my headless companion, adding helpfully: “I wouldn’t
order what he ordered if I was you...”
One can always rely on a Little Sister for good advice...