Saturday 16 March
Oh hell. Mr M wasn’t impressed by my editing of our family album. He also poured scorn on the idea that it could be a lucrative new profession. He even refused to accept my café bills as business expenses. Most unfair, considering he used to write Spearmint Rhino off against tax.
He made me go to the supermarket again, as punishment I expect. Honestly, how do people do this every week? And so many of them? I got into a terrible row – I’d been browsing the magazines, then accidentally walked off with someone else’s trolley. Didn’t realise till I got to the checkout and saw it was mostly full of catfood. Then when I got back to the magazine rack, the woman was berating a terrified-looking manager about having been trolley-napped. She didn’t even laugh when I tried to explain that I’d been distracted by Vanity Fair’s Oscar edition. That’s cat-lovers for you.
Stopped off at DPG café for a cappucino to steady my nerves on the way home. Guess who was there, deep in the Times Literary Supplement? In fact, I didn’t even realise it was him until I’d plonked myself down and asked if I could share his table. He blushed deeply, said he’d be delighted, and knocked over the cafetiere.
MoreGainsborough’s “Mrs Elizabeth Moody and her two sons” can be viewed until 5pm every day except Mondays at Dulwich Picture Gallery (Picture by Permission of the Trustees of Dulwich Picture Gallery)
Liz Moody’s Dulwich Life
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