Throw me an Olive Branch
MOTS and I have been trying to meet up for lunch once a week for some time, so ensure tow things happen - firstly that we get away from our desks at least once a week, and secondly to snatch a bit of us time for ourselves.
We don't always make it, but when we do the various conversations tend to end up with one inevitable question.
It's a couple of weeks ago now, but we had lunch at The Olive Branch Bistro, extended into a half day off work and a lazy afternoon, again something we're going to try and do every once in a while.
So for these longer lunches MOTS looks at 5pm.co.uk to try and get a good deal, and thanks to the recommendation from Mr FilmFoodstalker. And the last one, as I said, was at the Olive Branch.
So over a lovely lunch, and a nice glass of white, the conversation was turned inevitably, as it always does, by MOTS...
I wonder how our boy's getting on, I hope he's OK
So during the only real "us" time we get this always crops up. Now I'm no sensitive soul, but I had to ask the question anyway.
So when we're having the only "us" time we can get, how come you always wonder how he's doing? Do I bore you that much...?
Clearly the answer is yes, but I was really taken with the answer.
Because when I look at you I see him
I was totally shot down in flames. Even now I'm moved by that. It wasn't just on the appearance this was conveyed, so it really threw me.
When there was the slightest hint of frustration I was thrown an olive branch. Appropriate for where we were!
