Brunch.

There is a tradition on the island that they go for brunch on sundays to a cafe on the sea front. They always arrive at the same time (just after it opens) and there order is, I am sure, already being cooked as they always order the same thing. .....well...... except this week....when lovely husband ordered something else!!!!!! (world did actually rock on its axis, and waitresses face was hilarious!)

I was firmly sat inbetween them, in a kind of "we are your parents and you will behave with our friends, or there is no pocket money" way (grin)

Then GG and LB (lovely boyfriend) arrived. It was so good to meet her. The picture in my head didnt do her justice. She's great! Twinkly and pretty and so clever she knew the weekend puzzle of turnips and swedes being one and the same thing...not actually two different vegetables (who knew???!!)
We sat and chatted terribly easily, ordered and ate (felt sorry for LB.....who so chose the wrong thing!) and then we went our seperate ways.

I think that sometimes when those closest to us make friends with someone else, there can be noses put out of joint for some. School playground behaviour sometimes takes over. However, I cant wait to meet her again, maybe with wine involved, I have a feeling that when pissed the three of us women would change the world! (or at least laugh alot trying!)


lybxx