Sunday, 26 April 2009
A Curb Day
I introduced a couple of friends to Curb Your Enthusiasm last night. (I know, I know, no excuses, they should have been forced fed it years ago, except that I only met them a few months ago.) Then this morning, on the way to the shops with my boyfriend, I had a Larry moment. A very short man was walking towards us with his two very small, young sons. They were all wearing banana yellow Lycra tops and had spiky blond hair. I thought he had a pole with him for cross-country walking or some other physical pursuit. Anyway, the sight of them didn't rock my world or anything, but I did say, loudly and carelessly, "Oh, look, that makes me laugh to myself." As they came closer, it became clear that the father was blind and was in fact holding a cane. My boyfriend looked at me like I was a patronising cow and I didn't manage to convince him otherwise. It set the tone for the rest of the morning. I was duly warned to keep my mouth shut at the gym this afternoon as these Larry moods tend to last a whole day. We call this "having a Curb day."