"I root through
the rather overcrowded boot and find more severed headsets, wires just
guillotined from their little round ears; a fire extinguisher; goggles; a
torch; three mismatching shoes; two mismatching wellies; a medical kit and a
blanket. I lift the blanket up and see a picnic hamper. Being more easily
distracted than an ADD goldfish I have a little snoop. The basket has unfinished
food and wine in… hmmm. This can’t be more than a couple of days old because
I’d definitely still eat the cheese.
But the wine smells a bit potent - Paige
always for a more robust flavour than me. Countless compromising
when we’re out, so now we take it in turns but both still overrule Victoria her
palate is… well it’s safe to say for the sweeter tones, she’d wouldn’t notice
the difference if you served her up a dessert wine for the entrée! (I only know
this stuff because of the restaurant, it’s not like we’re connoisseurs lunching
gourmet style regularly at Le Gavroche!) But Victoria has such a sweet
tooth for everything."
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