Umbrella

I left my umbrella in Waterstone's yesterday by mistake. I went back today to get it, and was served by the beautiful girl from the 21st May. We didn't have the same sort of zipping conversation, although she did say a couple of things that made me smile. I'd forgotten the New York Trilogy anyway, which was a blow to the plan of wowing her with kindness. I think it's probably too late to do it after today - I wasn't even sure if she remembered me. I remembered her though. Pints with the SACV volunteers and a glorious meal of orange salmon with Louise had taken my mind off my romantic failiure by bedtime.