just the cheque please...

The only sound came from the television in the room next door.

Ok, there was also the sound of the argument in the room beyond that but we were pretending that noise wasn't happening. The two of us sat at the table, a table set for five, though it had become increasingly clear only two of us were eating.

Twenty minutes before the kitchen was a hub of laughter and joy. My mate was leaving town so i invited he and myself to Miss H's for a farewell dinner. I was cooking and drinking so as far as i knew everything was fine. But that was from the safety of the kitchen bench. If I had been standing at the table, either end, i would have seen the storm brewing. 

Miss H was online and facebooking, except she wasn't on her own facebook. The boyfriend had left his account open and Miss H was networking from his page when a message popped up. "How's the new girlfriend going?" 

As this point in the story i must state i do not condone Miss H reading or writing on someone else's account... but I do it all the time so who am I to judge. 

Miss H did what any new girlfriend would do and messaged the friend back telling her how amazing the new girl was... except she started the message with "OMG". The response was swift, "WTF is with OMG? Is someone else writing this is are you gay?" Miss H responded, like five or six times before the boyfriend realized. By this time she'd indicated to the friend that he was not gay, but spending a lot of time with some, very happy in his new relationship and glad to be rid of the old girlfriend. 

I'm still roasting carrots, soaking cranberries and drinking champagne, blissfully unaware that an argument had started. In my defense it was happening silently. The boyfriend had grabbed the computer back and Miss H was messaging him from her phone. the argument went back and forth whilst i cooked, drank and teased my mate about his hideous scarf. If i'd know I would have ripped the appliances from both their hands and not given them back until after dinner, and only if they'd eaten all their meal.

The boyfriend stood to leave the room. I announced that dinner would be ready in two minutes. Miss H's phone rang. She checked the message and left the room. Dinner was ready and the bedroom door was shut. We waited a good two minutes and then started dinner. My mate and I small talked over the sound of the television and that other noise. Soon we had finished our meal and a bottle of wine.

We looked at each other across the table. "Lets go."

We stood, left our empty plates and grabbed a bottle of red for the walk home.

The twenty minute walk took forty five minutes, apparently due to my inability to talk and walk at the same time. I blame the stopping at Hungry Jacks for dessert. That and my inability to talk and walk at the same time.

Miss H came to see me at work today. All is not well.

However she did show me how to open my own blog.

I promised she'd be my first story and in return she promised to go home and reheat her dinner from last night.