Took advantage of the boy’s
absence, sleeping over at a mate’s house, to go out for a meal, ending up at
the Blacksmith’s Arms who could squeeze in a table for two at short notice; on
arrival I realised I had forgotten my glasses so needed the menu reading to me
(good job I had included “in visual impairment” in the wedding vows) and had to
forego the pleasure of knowing for certain what I was putting in my mouth;
however the meal, though blurred, was excellent with just one disorientating
moment when I popped in a tomato from my salad only to suddenly taste strawberry.
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