“Why not?” he said. “It’s not like there’s much else going on, is there?” He gestured around the empty bar.
I perched on a bar stoolsomething I have always wanted to tryand ordered a vodka and cola.
He made it slowly, added ice and lemon without asking and pushed it toward me.
“Funeral, was it?” he said. I wondered how he knew, and then I realized that I was dressed entirely in black,
that my smoky eye makeup had run somewhat and that there was no other reason to be in this particular venue at this time of day.
I nodded. No further exchanges were required, and we both settled back to see how Iain and Dorothy would fare with the 1970s terrace
that they’d bought at auction for £95,000, intending to renovate the bathroom,
install a new kitchen and “knock through” from the lounge to the dining room.
“The finishing touch,” the presenter said, “was to paint the front door... this fetching shade of green.”
“Green Door’,” the barman said, without missing a beat, and seconds later, lo and behold, that very song began to play.
We both laughed, and he pushed another vodka toward me without my having to ask.
We had moved on to Loose Women, another program I was unfamiliar with.
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