So

I met Soupy today. For lunch. And fourteen pints of scrumpy. And I handed over a big bag of drugs reference books that I’d procured for her.

When she arrived at the RV, I was chatting with a very senior member of a special police unit on his way in to NSY.

She rocked up and was all smiles and hellos and charm and he certainly wasn’t.

We dumped him and moved to an eatery where we ate and tried to talk above the dull roar that is the usual background noise in that place.

With the food gone we moved to a pub – and moved straight out again to a slightly quieter one. Two people want to have a chat here! Can we have some peace and quiet? Please??

No, obviously not.

But the second pub was better than the first which was better than the restaurant so it just about did. Just about.

And we sat and we chatted and talked and nattered and gossipped and exchanged information and time passed in about 2.4723 nanoseconds – such was the energy and charm and enthusiasm of the Soupster.

Rats and horses were disucssed, obv. And work and people at work and people at not work and people generally. And generals and… OK, maybe not generals.

But many things were talked about.

I had a great time, it was very nice to put a face to a ‘voice’, made lovelier by Soupy’s extremely pleasant personality.

In terms of female company it’s been an exceptional day for me. Lunch with Soupy, a long chat with Daughter, a big gossip with a couple of the girls at the yard and now… bed with Soph.

My cup runneth over, but I know how lucky I am.

Very.