Dinner for One
Sometimes mistakes can lead to the most unexpected delights. Last week I had managed to leave work on time, arrived early (rarely happens) at the restaurant where I had arranged to meet my friend. In my relaxed state I decided to order myself a glass of Pino Grigio and peruse the menu. I texted my friend to say I had arrived and where I was roughly sitting. Within a minute my phone rang. It was my friend. She read out the email I had sent to her to confirm the dates, there was no denying it, I was indeed early, I was 2 weeks early. Instead of gulping my wine and disappearing into the night (after paying of course) I decided to say and enjoy dinner for one. Its not the first time I have had dinner alone in a restaurant. I used to do it a bit when I had to travel to Glasgow for work trips. There is a certain joy in eating alone. A bravery takes hold, and a pride in being confident enough to sit comfortably alone in a restaurant buzzing with couples and groups. I sat and listened to the chatter around me, I sipped wine and ate pasta and I flicked through the book of poetry I had picked up on my way to the restaurant. It seems that sometimes the unplanned times are the best of times!
A Womens Breakfast
Last week was both International Women’s Day and Mothers Day (in the UK). Coincidentally I attended a women’s breakfast at my church on Saturday. It was nothing to do with either of the afore mentioned events but it was a great to enjoy an excellent breakfast of fruit and granola and lots of pastries and coffee, whilst chatting with interesting and inspiring women from all generations and walks of life.
Red Nails
Who doesn’t love a bright red nail polish. One of my friends doesn’t as it turns out. She very generously gave me a bottle of the most glorious Red Chanel Nail Polish which she was given but won’t wear. Its rather brilliantly called ‘Pirate’ and I can’t get enough of it at the moment. One of the minor and somewhat shallow sadnesses of my current working life is that I can’t wear nail polish. Red nails or any other colour nails just won’t do for a nurse (apparently). I regularly apply a bright colour on a Friday night only to forlornly remove it 48 hours later in preparation for Monday morning. One day I will have a job that allows me to indulge my love of a coloured nail!
