Last night was Chameleons, so off I popped to see friends and be a little fancier in look than my usual bloke attire. Fancy shirts help, but there are days when only a cute dress will do.
Going back a few weeks, I had promised the group a cream tea, so I arrived with plenty of scones, jam, and – mais oui – clotted cream. We did, of course, have the two most pressing political discussions facing the UK right now:
1. Cream then jam or jam then cream?
2. Do you say scon or skown?
Polite banter ensued around this bit of silliness, which is just how we like it.
There was a slight surplus of goods due to my mistake in picking up a pack of cheese scones rather than plain, but so it goes.
As I didn’t want to do opaques in May, despite the temperature, so I decided to chance wearing my ‘under tights’. These are a skintone, if a little thicker than usual, and usually either semi-opaques or dark chocolate ones go over the top. That seems enough to keep El Wookio beneath. But, with it being May, I felt something more Spring-like was in order. In honesty, I felt mostly happy about the outcome, but as the evening drifted on – and doing waitress duties – I soon forgot about them.
When the evening came to a close and we were all done bar the locking up (thanks Val), it was time to head home. As I walked back to the car, I had the thought: “I feel okay about this.“
It was a moment of contentment. Those, I think, are to be enjoyed when they occur. There was no worry about the future; no concern at what had happened; no remorse, guilt, or upset: just, well, being okay with who I was.
On the way home, I thought upon that good feeling and felt how lucky I was to have had it.
Maybe we should have scones more often. 🙂