Posted Wednesday December 28
If she doesn’t come soon I’m going. Outside at half-six I said; she said half-seven so we met in the middle, seven. Only we haven’t met in the middle or anywhere else for that matter. Come on, come on. I’m bored. Where are you? Come on.
Not many people are there? It’s supposed to fully booked. That’s what he said on the phone. Lucky to get a table he said. I thought there would be loads here. Or is ‘hoards’ the right word? Crowds? Masses? Now I’m rambling. Come on, come on.
It was Browns Bistro wasn’t it? Errr... oh dear...oh no...oh bother!
Hang on, I’m coming..........
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and Shaktiki Sharma for the photo.