Dinner with B

There’s just never enough time.

Or, at least, that’s how it seems. It’s how it seems with some people, anyway.

And then, I talk too much. And too fast. Like there’s not enough time to get everything in. Which there isn’t.

The talking too much is not entirely my fault. B seems to bring that out in me. How different I am with different people!

The Orange Pasta was scrummy too.

Or, maybe that should read Pasta with orange otherwise it makes it sound as if the pasta were the colour of orange (which it was, sort of, but it’s not really the point).

And I never, ever say ‘thank you’ properly. I never seem to with B.

Actually, I was thinking, she would be a reason that I would live in Rome.

Some people you just love to bits for no obvious reason, if you see what I mean.

4 thoughts on “Dinner with B

  1. I know exactly what you mean. There is one co-worker who is in equal measure a nightmare and a delight to work with. And I spend a lot of time talking with them, and often get in trouble for it! But then there are other co-workers who I can go for an entire shift barely talking to them, yet not out of any particular dislike for them.

    And the Orange pasta sounds interesting!

    • I can imagine exactly what you mean.

      Yes, it was quite lovely. B is a vegetarian so she does come up with some interesting stuff.

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