We met one of the Gentleman Friend’s former colleagues and spouse for lunch today. It was pleasant tough rather too long – three hours, well past my limit – and I wasn’t feeling very well. I woke up last night for several hours, and felt a bit nauseous both in the night and at lunch time, with no particular desire to eat anything.
The conversation was dominated by the GF and his former colleague’s shared workplace, as well as the working practices of the spouse’s employer, a large company known for its doodles. As such it was occasionally a bit uninteresting at times, much as I like the couple.
The best thing that came out of the afternoon was my noticing that they both had a sort of adhesive metal ring attached to their phones. I came back and googled it to find it is known as, what else, an iRing, and have ordered one for myself. It looks very useful. Perhaps oRing would have been tautological.
This unusual sociability continues next week as I meet another of the GF’s colleagues for coffee to talk about measuring impact in the arts and humanities (something I was briefly a global expert on), followed by dinner with a childhood friend who is visiting KL and of whom I remember nothing other than her name and face. This puts her some steps ahead of someone who visited me when I was at university, and whom I didn’t remember at all but pretended to, and guiltily treated to lunch (despite being entirely broke) to assuage my conscience.
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