For once, I awoke this morning feeling benevolent, thought I might try to do right by Caddoc. . . give him a surprise. But how? . . . Then a lightbulb moment lit up my brain . . . 'The way to a man's heart', etc, etc . . .
I would treat the old codger to a meal out. Posh like. Pristine white table linen. Candlelight glinting from crystal wineglasses. The sommelier hovering discreetly. A violin player wandering between the tables scraping away at 'our song,' whatever that was. Was there one? Certainly wasn't 'Hands, Knees and Boomps-a-Daisy,' - not my style at all. look you, Never mind that. . .
I texted an invite to him in his shed with a selfie of me smiling in a winsome way, instead of my usual old bat pic. 'Have booked a table for 8pm tonight in The Woolpack (*) Be there. My shout. Afters? Who knows? Long as you behave yourself.'
(*) Abergele's finest restaurant (**), famed throughout North Wales for its superb cuisine and wines.
(**) Abergele's ONLY restaurant, if I'm honest. But an improvement on KFC, or 'that other place.'
Triumphant with her cunning plan, Ada waited for her man; watched the clock hands tick the minutes. her patience tested to its limits . . .
And Ada posted this at the invitation of Poets and Storytellers United HERE
