Tuesday is steak night at the Gash (the local Wetherspoon), so Darren and I decided to go and eat some cow.
A pleasant evening was had – lots of chatting while eating our cow-based meals, and a couple of pints were imbibed (it’s quite weird going out on a Tuesday night – you don’t want to drink too much ‘cos it’s not even halfway through the week*)
Leaving relatively early, I arrived back at Lisa’s at about 9.30 or so and let myself in – this in itself is a relatively noisy affair, as my key tends to stick a bit, so I mutter to myself trying to free it. After successfully retrieving the key form the outside of the lock, closing the door and relocking it (then the 30 second struggle to get the key out of the lock again), I took off my shoes and wandered into the lounge where the delightful Lisa had her back to me, sorting out ironing and stuff.
Not wanting to surprise her by speaking, I sat on the edge of the sofa and watched her while making faces at the cat sat on the windowsill. Some 10 minutes later, she finally noticed me.
Hence the comment “I move too quietly.”
Pffft – would it be better to sound like an elephant running around I ask you?
*Thursday night (curry night!) is a different matter – I only work half a day on the Friday so can cope with being slightly hungover.