So, yesterday I left work and bumped into Carruthers eyeing up some birds.
Well, okay, we'd agreed to meet up, and in fact he was checking out the canal basin, so if there were any birds they were of the web-footed variety.
We headed across the road for a mid morning coffee.
Carr took my advice on which one to order, as he hasn't drunk coffee in years. Which will make Dani and Limey laugh as they know I don't really drink it either!
Carruthers was tempted by some breakfast, but I'd eaten earlier, so I declined and he decided against it too. Probably didn't want to drip egg yolk down his chin and have it reported back here
Carruthers is very easy to talk to, we spoke of string and sealing wax and cabbages and kings. You know, the usual Cellar stuff. He has been through many of the same family situations I have, and of course is local, so we have the same geography.
I rambled on too much, of course. Hopefully I didn't come across too odd. Bu if I did then maybe it's because I am. It's hardto tell sometimes. We certainly agreed that there's nothing new under the sun. And although the weather came up, it has been extraordinary recently. And we didn't talk about the telly at all, except in a very peripheral way. S that's proper grown up talking. Okay I talk telly with Dani all the time, but it's because we suggest things to each other, not because we both watch Holby City or anything equally dire.
I had a good time, and it was great not just to connect with someone from the Cellar, but also to talk to someone who I know understand what it's like to be an adult livingn with a family member(s) and dealing with some of the restrictions and liberation that leads to. Even if that rug is being tugged for me now.
Oh, Carr, Mum was right about that bread.
It was gorgeous. I had the leftovers for breakfast this morning. 04.30, but once I woke up I couldn't sleep in anticipation of another fun morning in Bakery...