Bowling

Deferred my payment to the office biscuit kitty as the team have refused my request for Bourbons. My anger has now subsided, it's probably a good idea as I need to lose a bit of weight. I was scrabbling around for a good twenty minutes on Sunday morning, searching for a pair of stretch waist trousers that fit! Thankfully I remembered the stretch cotton chinos Dad bought me for Christmas and duly unwrapped them before leaving the house in a flurry in order to meet Lena at the designated time. I needn't have bothered rushing as she arrived half an hour late without so much as an apology. I put it down to nerves and we sallied on to the bowling alley. I wondered, as we walked down the street if I should cloak my jacket around her shoulders. It was a particularly nippy day and she only had a lightweight mac on for warmth. As we walked in silence to the bowling alley I though better of it and thankfully so as no sooner had we turned the corner the wind ripped right through us and I was glad of the warmth of my padded snow coat. We played the game of bowls in near silence, communicating through smiles and gesticulations only. Even when I nearly put my back out with a 16 pound bowling ball she said little to comfort me as I sat crippled with pain, clutching my back in agony unable to waddle to the bar. Reluctantly she bought me a sweet tea and sat with a face like thunder for five minutes. When it became apparent my discomfort would prevent me taking her out for a pub lunch she gathered her belongings and disappeared into a cloud of White Musk, still wearing the grotty bowling shoes she had borrowed from the alley. I was going to shout after her but then thought twice. She wasn't worth the energy.