The Anonymous Widower

Observations In A Restaurant

Today, I walked to the river via the Olympic site for lunch. I ended up in a posh, but rather crowded cafe I know, which is close to Canary Wharf.

I ended being sat on a single table between two couples, who probably we’ren’t having the best of marital relations at the moment.

C, my late wife, who was a barrister specialising in family law, used to enjoy this sort of scenario. Especially in Cambridge, where a few days later they might walk into her Chambers as prospective clients.  So that cause of friction was not there, as I’m not a lawyer, although, I have fathered one.

The couple on my right, were what C once described as a double helping, as they were both married to others, although they were talking about their spouses and children across the table.

She was a dumpy, but not unattractive, Far Eastern lady of about thirty and he was a rather dreary-looking man perhaps a few years older.

At one point, when she left the room, he phoned his wife to find out how his daughter was. The lawyers will enjoy both the divorces.

The couple on my left, were probably at least married to each other.  He was rather plump too and she had the sort of hair, that costs a fortune and then just looks straggly and like she’s only just got out of the shower.

She first ordered a glass of white wine and then when it came, decided they would have a bottle.  But when that arrived, she decided it was the wrong one and ordered another. If I’d been the waiter, I’d have crowned her with it. Her partner seemed rather embarrassed and kept quiet.

I left soon afterwards and as I paid the bill, I could feel the atmosphere.  As I left, I could see everything heating up.

April 15, 2012 - Posted by AnonW | Food