So there you have it; I can still relate to real people, if only for twenty minutes. But I just realised that it’s probably why I feel so tired tonight. The effort has obviously taken its toll.
Saturday, 12 February 2011
In the Swim.
I spent about twenty minutes today talking to a woman from the village who was out walking her dog. She’s a lawyer (the woman, that is, not the dog. The dog was a Labrador.) She and her husband are members of the professional set who haunt the English countryside these days. Nevertheless, we did have a perfectly reasonable, intelligent conversation. And her teenage daughter wants to become a gypsy, apparently, a desire to which the lawyer takes exception, but I begged to differ.
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it was that bad?
Well, I was more anxious to wrap up the conversation than she seemed to be. And I felt really sorry for her dog. She looked very bored. If it had just been me and the dog, I'd have stayed there much longer.
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