As ash paralysed and quietened the skies of Europe, it was a beautiful day for The Underground Lunch … if it carries on like this, I’d like to have tables outside. If anyone has any garden tables and chairs they can donate please get in touch.
“I had a nice chat with that girl with the tattoos. She’s a single mum, likes crochet and she’s not a lesbian.” He told me, looking pleased with himself.
“You asked her that?”
“Did my dad ask if you were a lesbian?”
“Sure” she drawled forgivingly in a Californian accent “but hey, that’s ok. I was hoping he would kiss me. I don’t know why he didn’t”
“Um, maybe because my mum would have objected?” I ventured…thinking now that would be an event, my dad getting off with a guest…
Her eyes widened “Well he never mentioned her…”
Rigatoni Puttanesca (for me, a Sunday lunch should start with pasta)