A rum afternoon

The cheese was procured without difficulty, though I was informed by the lady at the fromagerie that I was luck to find them open.

"Why is this?" I enquired not, I felt, unreasonably.

"Well, we close at 5pm, you see." The time of the conversation was 5.50pm.

"I'll try to remember that in future," quoth I.

"We're staying open until 7pm every week night through the end of November and December until Christmas."

"Oh. So I'm not actually all that lucky to find you open before 6 then, really."

"No, I suppose not."

I think that the constant whiff of cheese over a period of years has addled her brain a tad. Karen, as I was informed by the the name badge, is a middle-aged lady who wears quite thick glasses. She was dressed in a white laboratory coat and sported a bowler hat. Such is the uniform of the purveyor of cheeses in this particular establishment.

Returning home to Clapham, I find that upon opening the front gate, a blinding halogen lamp lit up over the porch. I'm not quite sure where that came from, but for a moment I nearly dropped the bag of cheese and raised my hands.

I have watched too many PoW movies, and now I am getting cheese dreams while awake and before I've actually eaten the cheese.

A rum afternoon

The cheese was procured without difficulty, though I was informed by the lady at the fromagerie that I was luck to find them open.

"Why is this?" I enquired not, I felt, unreasonably.

"Well, we close at 5pm, you see." The time of the conversation was 5.50pm.

"I'll try to remember that in future," quoth I.

"We're staying open until 7pm every week night through the end of November and December until Christmas."

"Oh. So I'm not actually all that lucky to find you open before 6 then, really."

"No, I suppose not."

I think that the constant whiff of cheese over a period of years has addled her brain a tad. Karen, as I was informed by the the name badge, is a middle-aged lady who wears quite thick glasses. She was dressed in a white laboratory coat and sported a bowler hat. Such is the uniform of the purveyor of cheeses in this particular establishment.

Returning home to Clapham, I find that upon opening the front gate, a blinding halogen lamp lit up over the porch. I'm not quite sure where that came from, but for a moment I nearly dropped the bag of cheese and raised my hands.

I have watched too many PoW movies, and now I am getting cheese dreams while awake and before I've actually eaten the cheese.