Lucky Dip Number 9
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Humour Unalloyed
Some people were sitting at the bar near where my wife and I were shown to our table beside a welcoming log fire. We had found this favourite place when looking for a restaurant here in the picturesque village of Stowe and then too a log fire had welcomed us. The fall foliage in Vermont was fabulous on that first visit and we fell firmly in love with New England. 'So you're from Scotland - that's a long way to come for dinner', the waiter said facetiously. And I replied in kind, 'Yes it is, and I know you will make it worth our while'. 'Now the heat's on!' he said. It was then that I noticed her with a half smile on her lips and knew that she had overheard. I thought no more about it until we rose from the table after a delightful meal ('I'm so reluctant to leave!' my wife said) and our eyes met briefly as I walked past. We both smiled and I was pleased that the humour mirrored in our eyes was devoid of mockery's alloy. |