In The Black

Dear O'H dear, Lovely Tea Jenny and The Mini Princesses,

Charlie messaged with a hangover from the airport (on her way to Belfast) to say that her recollection of getting home was scant and wanted to check if she owed me money for a taxi.

I had to dig fairly deep but I remembered that the cab was cash only. I was being dropped off first and I gave Charlie all the money I had in my purse - a fiver and a random €10 note!

“You can spend the euros when you’re in Ireland this weekend,” I reasoned.

“Not in the fecking north, I can’t!”

Charlie insisted she didn’t want a contribution to the fare and we had a very ‘ladies of a certain age’ argument about it. She ended up accepting my offering…and gave me a £20 note in return!

So I was down €10 and up £15 at the end of that negotiation*. Gotta love drunk logic!

C

*And Charlie paid for the taxi!