Watched

Bean wasn’t quite ready to leave the window seat this morning, but she needed to make sure she didn’t miss anything while I pottered about outside.

The day was thrown off course by a friend who I’ve not seen for months, who came round and asked me about conversations I had with her husband in June.

It emerged that her husband’s interpretation of those discussions are quite different from mine. That’s the generous way of putting it.

I had had my suspicions, but it was nevertheless infuriating to learn how much I have been misrepresented. My friend was in shock, and completely understood that she had been misled: it appears that she is fully cognisant of some of her husband’s ‘character traits’.

Who knows whether the friendship will survive.

Thank goodness for the uncomplicated love of dogs.