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Sep. 25th, 2006 09:56 pmSecond evening class tonight. We did line spacing, bold, italic and underlining, justifying and the like - no problem for me. I got talking to some of the other students at coffee break; when one of them, Ann, asked what we were doing the course for, I said I hope to go on to ECDL next year and use them to get a better job. As we told each other what we do at the moment, I mentioned that I have to stick to my part time job for now, explaining that my mother's the Mayor and I'm her official consort. Helen, a lady about my age, said her gran knows my mother well - she's Dot, the nonagenarian superfundraiser who kissed me full on the lips at the Army Medical Band concert!
Most of us got back to the classroom after coffee before Joan did. I heard Helen and Mariana having a good chat about food, so went over to join in - they were discussing jacket spuds by then, so I told them my favourite filling was sweetcorn and mayo, and asked if they knew of the guy who sells them from a cart on the High Street. Next Mariana said "Chips are good," and gave Helen tips on cooking them, so I asked them which local chip shops they liked best, and we compared the merits of various chippies in the town. It was only later that I realised that they'd been talking about home-cooking food, and there I'd been bringing take-away food into it. Spot the single male.
I'd walked to just round the corner from my street when the Mayoral car pulled up alongside me, bringing my mother back from the Gosport & Fareham NSPCC AGM in Portchester. I opened the door and my mother, laughing, said "Want a lift for the last 200 yards?" John the chauffeur, a Pompey fan, was listening to their game with Bolton on Radio 5; he just had time to tell me Bolton were winning 1-0 before we got to our front door.
Most of us got back to the classroom after coffee before Joan did. I heard Helen and Mariana having a good chat about food, so went over to join in - they were discussing jacket spuds by then, so I told them my favourite filling was sweetcorn and mayo, and asked if they knew of the guy who sells them from a cart on the High Street. Next Mariana said "Chips are good," and gave Helen tips on cooking them, so I asked them which local chip shops they liked best, and we compared the merits of various chippies in the town. It was only later that I realised that they'd been talking about home-cooking food, and there I'd been bringing take-away food into it. Spot the single male.
I'd walked to just round the corner from my street when the Mayoral car pulled up alongside me, bringing my mother back from the Gosport & Fareham NSPCC AGM in Portchester. I opened the door and my mother, laughing, said "Want a lift for the last 200 yards?" John the chauffeur, a Pompey fan, was listening to their game with Bolton on Radio 5; he just had time to tell me Bolton were winning 1-0 before we got to our front door.
