A simple evening of people drifting in and out.
Ms Minas sat getting increasingly angry at the contestants on X-Factor. Especially the hair on the twins, apparently..
Bob from a few doors down complaining about how his wife spent a small fortune on getting her hair re-arranged and her face waxed. He says he can't tell whats been done, let alone for that kind of money.
Tony looking puzzled, still, by the fact that few of us are taking his claim to have been broken into by Feng Shui burglars seriously. Apparently they re-arranged his furniture - he wants to get angry about it, but he just can't seem to.
My solicitor regailing us with a tale about a personal injury claim where the plaintiff insisted that being forced to wear a hard hat had made him go bald.
Madge from the little cottage with a home-made order form so we can book our requirements for crocheted Christmas gifts, "before the rush kicks in".
I let it swirl around me, like the brandy in the balloon, then go searching for snacks.
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