... and thank heavens for that.
Tonight I was honoured, as a non-single person, to be invited to R's Single and Cynical evening in a very nice pub in town. It was quite a big pub, and every table bar one (well, bar three all pushed together) had a lone couple sitting at it, holding hands, staring at their hands or wringing their hands, depending on the stage in the relationship.
The noisy tables in the corner were ours, and we all moved round every time someone went to the toilet, expertly directed by R, who decided who we should all be sitting next to. I haven't had so much fun on a Monday night in ages. What a splendid idea that was.
joella
