I feel good (as one of my favourite songs go – “You know what I mean now…”). Well, you won’t know what I mean just yet, not until I tell you… One of the reasons I feel good is because my three days of rigorous Dukan dieting, attack phase, are beginning to take effect and I’ve lost two pounds; the hunger pangs that kept me awake last night were worth it, although I felt differently about it during the night. So the reading on the scales early this morning gave me a lift for a start off, plus, it wasn’t raining for a change, and the sun was making an effort to appear through the clouds; Chris and I were even tempted to take a nice walk in spite of the cold, but these are not the only reasons I feel good…
Whilst we were out and about in Dawlish town centre we stopped to chat to one of my most valued patrons, whom I hadn’t seen for ages. After the initial pleasantries Gus reminded me of the amazing occasion when a group of dolphins visited Dawlish and came right in to the breakwater to be petted and fussed over by the local early risers.
“I’ll never forget that day, Sal, when…” Gus began.
“The dolphins came…” I interrupted him.
“And nobody had ever seen anything like it here before, and then…”
“I jumped in with all my clothes on…”
“And everyone was surprised, and you were the only one, and the dolphins circled around you…”
“And you wouldn’t go in because you weren’t wearing your wetsuit – I’ve written about that – it was so funny,” I added and we both laughed about it. “Do you still have a boat?” I asked, keeping the conversation going.
“Oh no, Sal, but George and I are thinking of getting another one, a bigger one next time, one that’s easier to get in and out of. When we do, you and Chris must come out in it with us.”
“Great,” I said, “it was lovely to see you again after so long.”
“You’re a little darling, you,” Gus said fondly as he put his hand on my cheek.
As Gus bent forward it looked very much as though he was aiming to kiss me on the lips so I veered instinctively to one side and kissed him on the cheek; he made another attempt, which I foiled again by yet another kiss to the same cheek. He thought about it again, dismissed the idea and parted company from us with waves, smiles and a handshake from Chris.
“Did you hear what he called me?” I asked Chris, and went on to repeat it anyway because I liked the sound of it, “He called me a little darling. No-one has ever called me LITTLE before!”
So now you know why I feel good (you know that you should now, na na, na na, na). I feel pretty and so witty, pretty and witty and… small? Well, my patron thinks so and he is a man with impeccable taste and judgement.”!