“Side plates go to the left,” says my mother-in-law.
“…and a separate knife for the croissants.”
Croissants? Shit! “Sleep well, Julia?”
“The bed was somewhat lumpy, I thought.”
“Ah… you found the pea then…”
“You’ve remembered I only drink Lady Grey?”
It’s Earl Grey, will she notice?
“Others can’t tell the difference, but I can.”
“Jeremy seems tense. Is all well between you?”
“Absolutely fine.” Your son’s gay, had you noticed…?
“Grandchildren soon perhaps?”
“All in good time.” Hell may freeze over, Julia.
“Mmm… I love Lady Grey.”
“There’s certainly no fooling you, Julia.”
Friday Fictioneers kicks off once again, with Rochelle running up and down the sidelines, whistle in mouth to ensure fair play by all participants. Next week, if all goes well, I’ll be contributing from France, and the week after that from Spain. And so the winter goes … 🙂