Some friends joined us for lunch on the terrace today (chilled tomato soup followed by courgette pasta). It was a jolly affair and a very agreeable way to spend a few hours.
“I like your hair,” said Gail returning to the table after a visit to the bathroom.
“Why thank you,” I replied, gently patting my coiffure into place.
“It looks good in that frame.”
Oh, that hare!