Dear blog readers,
Why should I keep Laine’s luminous morsels to myself, it is, after all the season of goodwill?
Scene 1: Sue and Wendy briefing Laine on her shopping task for our festive potluck…
Ok Laine its a cheese, in a sort of watery bag, it feels nice when you squeeze it, well that doesn’t really matter but its called mozzerella but it might say buffalo mozzeralla…
Buffalo?
Yes buffalo but don’t worry about that either,
Wendy: Oh and Tick Tock Tea Laine
Tick Tock Tea?
Yeah, Tick Tock Tea from Tescos, or it might say Roobosh
Roobosh?
Or red bush
What’s in that then?
Later…I am so very nearly drawn into another tangled web of foodstuff descriptions as I report that last night I had a meal out, a North African meal…Laine requires details, lots and lots of detail demanding the most ingenius of metaphors.
For some unfothomable reason my meals have always held a strange and potent fascination for a small group of the more shall we say, not shy volunteers. (One ex volunteer still ocassionally calls years after her last volunteering and always concludes her phone messages with the refrain, ‘So, what are you having for dinner tonight then?’) Laine is the mistress of this inquisitive sisterhood, probing tirelessly on, what is that made of? Do they not use tomatoes? I wonder what that tastes like? It is slimy? Is it mayonaissy? Has it got nuts in? I wouldn’t like that.
But this time dear reader I RESISTED. Ok, as write I realise that in fact all the key elements of the meal were described but not in as much detail as I am sure Laine would have liked, so it was a show of resistance really…
Still later…in an unguarded moment Gen makes the mistake of letting slip that we were at a tapas restaurant for our night out on Wednesday… quick as a flash and in a mistressful double whammy Laine asks, ‘was that the same stuff as you had last night?’ Soliciting the minutae of details, the temptation to attempt a comparing and contrasting of North African and Spanish cuisine…
Scene 2:
Laine returns with all the necessaries as Sue receives a call from the Lord Provost’s office (the response to the leak crisis has been extremely impressive by our council colleagues I must say, three cheers to all)
Laine: I saw the Lord Provost in Marks and Spencers once, buying knickers.
A veil is drawn as we busy ourselves with urgent tasks.
Scene 3:
I am interrupted from my very important blogging duties by Laine…
Where’s the earth?
Where’s the earth Laine?
Yeah the earth for me to plant up Sue’s plants…
The new kitchen table is thoroughly roadtested in the final hours before the Library year is done with 11 of us snuggly fitted. Crackers are experienced by our learner from Mauritius for the first time, pulling crackers auld lang syne style is experienced by all of us for the first time (simultaneously all forgetting our rich British folk heritage that requires an entirely other method of crackering), miraculously hummous is experienced for the first time by two regular library users and Laine, ‘Too mayonnaisy’.
Laine, please never leave, please never cease from being fulsomely yourself, making Friday’s full of delight.
Thanks to all for a lovely last day.
Adele
