One thirty pm. Sofa. Bruised knees. Bruised ego. Peter Kay DVD on TV. Large VSOP cognac for the shock. "GARLIC BREAD? Bread...with garlic? !!!!"
Thursday 7 August 2008
Garlic Bread?
Eleven thirty am. Bentalls Centre. 2nd Floor. HMV. Peter Kay DVD (Hoorah......!) Recent stresses. Weight loss. Trousers too large - waist too skinny - hanging down. Heel caught. TRIP. Tracy Sprawled on floor in very undignified way. Old lady of 152. "Are you alright dear? Let me help you up". The shame.
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