It's all gravy

I thought I would get back into blogging more quickly than I have done. But I usually come on here, look at the blank space and not know what to type. I am not a brilliant writer at all, I am more of a talker. And I think that is the problem. I talk out loud too much sometimes. Before my brain kicks into gear. Although sometimes as the words are coming out of my mouth, a small part of my brain is telling me to shhhhhh!!!

I think if you have ever seen Dirty Dancing, that type of speaking before you have thought it through is a “I carried a watermelon” moment. I have them quite a lot.

Take last night for instance. I went to the pub with Marcus to have some food. The very friendly bar man in his best ‘I am going to sell this’ pitch, told us about the loveliness of a steak and ale pie that was on as a special. He lovingly described the pie, telling us how scrumptious is was. Instead of smiling at him and taking the menu away to look at, I decided to speak back to him. As the words came out of my mouth, I was thinking that I really should be quiet, but oh no…..I asked him if the pie had been sat around for the last two days and was it about to go off, is that why he was trying to palm it off on us? People around the bar laughed in his direction. I sat down feeling a bit mean. I ordered the pie. It wasn’t that nice. I guess he got the last laugh.