'Well darls, you have finished up at work, how shall we celebrate?'
It just so happened that our dyke friend called and invited us to hers for dinner.
The ritual conversation happened, not just between us and her, but as it happens between many people generally.
"It won't be much. I'll just throw something together", said she as she mentally planned her extensive menu.
"Please, don't go to trouble for us", said we. Yeah right, she damn well better make an effort.
"Can you pick up our hairdresser friend who is having a rough time and is insecure at work and her mother is ill?"
R felt he was entitled for once to not being the nominated driver. Well, I am not driving. He knows how bored and boring I will be if I can't have a drink or two, so he readily agreed to getting a cab.
So we caught a cab, via St Kilda West to pick the hairdresser friend, to Ormond and then back home in a reverse route. $32 to get there, $33 to get home. I told the drivers which way to go, which may not have been the best route, but it was one I felt comfortable with...... basically along the beach road to North Road and then along the same, reversed coming home.
Both drivers were excellent.
It was a great sociably chatty evening and the food was lovely, only marred by a decent rock of the dining table which sent my glass of red flying in R's direction. His shirt is still soaking in a bucket. We took a dessert and I saw the bill for it the next day. Retired almost old age pensioners such as R won't be able afford such luxuries for much longer.