Facts
Cathy B. and I were literally ‘eating out’. At the Spanish Arch with Chinese takeaway, watching the water. She said, “I have my report”.
“Let’s finish the grub first.”
“Sure.”
I threw some chow mein to the swans. They didn’t appear to like it much. A wino approached, asked, “Gis a fiver.”
“I’ll give you a quid.”
“Long as it’s not a Euro.”
He eyed the food and I offered him mine. With great reluctance he took it, asked, “Is it foreign?”
“Chinese.”
“I’ll be hungry again in an hour.”
“But you have the quid.”
“And my health.”
He ambled off to annoy some Germans. They took his photo. Cathy said, “Before my report, can I tell you a story?”
“I can do stories.”
She launched. “My dad was a second-rate accountant. You know the old joke… ‘How can you tell an extrovert accountant?
