Lovely gin in a pub near Regent’s Park
I think I should probably start at the beginning. Remember when I met a friend of a friend who was a theatre producer? Well I think I may have slightly undersold how fun that meeting was.
It was just half an hour long, just a quick drink, but it raced by and I spent most of it giggling.
She was wearing a smashing frock, had a hat on and it was a beautiful spring day. We sat in a famously lovely pub just by Regent’s Park drinking gin and tonics. The bar was a collection of sunbeams and dark wood, because a wedding was going on nearby everyone who appeared was extremely well dressed.
It was only a brief meeting because she had to go to a wedding and I had to go to the zoo but it was enough for me to realise two important facts.
1) She was exactly my type. Intelligent, interesting, amusing and a beautiful, tall brunette.
2) I’d like to see her again, as chums. It had to be chums because she was a reader of the blog and thus forbidden.
(Cunning readers will have already worked out that the later half of two must have got a bit wavy because otherwise this post wouldn’t be here)