The City

Sorry for the delay, everyone, but Al's been so very kind and he's taken me to the city for a few days, do some cocktails and all that, to make up for his grave error.

I love doing the whole cocktail thing, dress up in sequins (I have the most fabulous dresses, of course), heels, hair pinned up with a feather, Al dressed properly, sitting in glamorous cocktail establishments and getting sort of classy drunk.

I was drinking this fabulous strawberry daiquiri, which drinks so easily it might well be lemonade, and Al was of course drinking old fashioneds (it's a bit cold out now for gin and ts).

But Al is different in the city.

Smoother.

He seems to know all the doormen and bar tenders, and they all seem happy to see him, but they never so much as look at me twice.

And the girls. He seems to know every one of them.

I'm not jealous, I'm happy he's well-liked, but ...

It's a bit much.

It doesn't help that they all think his name is Ernest.

But, Al being Al, he's only had eyes for me, and it's been wonderful.

Back in Hertfordshire now, and I'm quite keen to see how things have played out with Gwen and Jack.

Not to mention check up on my project of Prism and Chasuble, obviously.