‘Please put down your cutlery, an error has occurred in the seafood menu.’ Blared the tannoy in the restaurant, ‘whelks were mistaken for scallops’. ‘cuttlefish have been substituted for squid’ ‘this restaurant has had to reboot its robot chef.’
Di and Jo sat mournfully waiting, twenty minutes passed. The auto platter was steaming and the Dover sole on it had started to sizzle.
‘So much for a quiet evening out’ muttered Jo. ‘Not very romantic,’ said Di, a frown on her face. ‘Where’s the Piscean monitor when you need him?’
Jo thought for a while ‘all at sea?’ she quizzed. Di replied ‘that’s a fishy tale!’
It’s 1.30am and I’m being kept awake by a fast low beat and occasional bursts of shouting from the pub across the road. I will not identify them because I don’t wish to have trouble from them. But there are young families in the street and the noise has been getting worse recently after quietening down for a while. So I’m sitting here plotting revenge like raw prawns tucked under the seats? (Imagination only, I won’t follow through). But when you can hear the music over an adventure movie we were watching earlier you know its loud. Im hoping this is the last record as they tend to turn the sound up at the end of the night? No another record has come on. More thud bump thud. Like a fast heart beat.
The volume goes up and down. Like someone is opening a door and letting more sound out then closing it again. I think the people listening will be stone deaf by the time they are in their fifties! Me. I’m going to make a nice big mug of cocoa and try and relax… Oops loud again! Grr