Relating Tuesday.

Matters are unresolved. The wait goes on and the imp of high anxiety stands unvanquished to menace the mind with dark imaginings. I don’t do waiting very well. I envy those who do.

But at least a Romanian woman told me how Popei is pronounced (my dentist is a Romanian called Medeea Popei and I always wondered.) And then something I said to an Indian woman caused her to colour up – whether in shock, anger or embarrassment was difficult to judge, but her face briefly turned scarlet. I’ve never seen olive skin blush before; I didn’t know it could. (I might just mention that what I said was perfectly innocent and we got on very well once I’d explained.)