They believe only had three dates,but he kindly rushes round to sort out Stella Grey’s pipeworkSaturday came, and we were all set. Wed meet in the afternoon, and go for a mooch,believe coffee, read papers, or carry out the crossword – we’re both crossword fans – and gape at paintings. He was very happy to go to a gallery and believe me talk at him,he said (I’d warned him I might; I regain enthusiastic in museums). He didn’t go to galleries much, he said, and not on his own,but hed been to a couple of cinema screenings of films made at exhibitions, and I’d been to the same ones. I wasn’t ready to go to his flat and be cooked for, and so we were going to conclude the day at an Indian restaurant. Crosswords,art, curries – similarities were being ticked off. The plan was all set.
I left the house early that morning because the dog was restless and couldn’t wait, and brought coffee and croissants domestic. I had a leisurely breakfast and went to the bathroom to believe a shower. Water was spurting out of the joint in the pipe leading into the loo. I’m not just talking about a drizzle. There were fountains and already a lake on the floor.
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Source: theguardian.com