I Always Wondered Why That Woman Didn't Seem To Like Me...

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Scene is set; B.C.B.F.L.B is making her way home via the library - she needs to order her dog's Christmas present, and the internet connection at home is unreliable - in the rain. As she walks across the college car park - wishing that she had remembered to put her umbrella back in her bag - she spies the one of the women that works in the café at The Store a little way off (nice girl, in her mid thirties, lovely and big and round with dark hair and a cheery smile. Married and heterosexual, but then one can't have everything); she is crossing the car park in the opposite direction, in the company of her mother - a sour faced woman of indeterminate age that regularly visits The Store and is in the habit of glaring unnervingly at B.C.B.F.L.B no matter how nicely she is smiled at in return - and noticing B.C.B.F.L.B, she smiles and waves. B.C.B.F.L.B smiles and waves back. As usual, sour-face does not smile and wave, opting instead for one of her better glares.
     As the two sets of people actually cross paths, the following snippet is overheard...

SOUR-FACE: (in stage whisper, eyeing B.C.B.F.L.B suspiciously) ...is that the one? The one that's gay?
NICE CAFE GIRL: (wearily) yes, mum...

Scene ends; with Nice Café Girl and Sour-Face carrying on their way, and B.C.B.F.L.B carrying on hers.

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In other news; as I sit here typing, Petal is mid-way through being fixed. She will be fully up and running by the end of the day.
     So tomorrow, I shall be able to catch up with all of the machining that should have been done yesterday and today, and I can rest easy knowing that I'm not going to be summoned in to discuss the repercussions of completely writing off a piece of equipment worth at least a few thousand pounds second-hand.

Also, I've ordered Caffrey's (he's my sponsor dog) and Bingo's (you already know him) Christmas presents. Caffrey is going to receive a football, which he'll love. Bingo is due to receive a new collar and lead, which I imagine he will be less thrilled about than Caffrey will be with his football, but he desperately needs them. And in any case, I'll make it up to him by getting him a pig's ear from the market as well.
     Now all I need to do is write my Christmas cards and begin my annual please-can't-we-decorate-the-house-early-this-year? battle with Mother (I always lose, but feel compelled), and I'll be completely ready.

...T'is the Season...

B.C.B.F.L.B x