No Drama!

Partner and I suddenly found ourselves with a day…a whole cheeky day when we could sneak out somewhere. We chose Brighton…in the pissing rain! We nearly got thwarted by the price of a train ticket – how much?!! Partner spat out his tea. Well, let’s make the most of it and go to Brighton and get pissed, just like people do when they sneak out and do something. He wasn’t convinced, as he knew that by ‘pissed’ I meant a pint at lunchtime, but the lure of the seaside cracked even the hardest of nuts.

We arrived in time for an injection of coffee and I found us a cute looking cafe, out of the rain (that just happened to only have young men serving). It’s a bit gloomy in here, partner said. Well, I replied, smiling at a man in a pinny, it’s what you make of it.

Coffee fuelled, we were ready to shop. When I’m trying to sell a day out to partner, I refer to shopping as, ‘mooching’ and he seems to accept that (sucker!) What I actually mean is hitting the shops like a whirling dervish, who spends most of her life in a dobok (Taekwon-do outfit) and who lives in a town where her most exciting shop is Waitrose – there’s no stopping me. Shop number 1 – I find an item I wish to purchase, at the huge cost of £6.99 (sarcasm). I’ll google that, partner says. I bet it’s cheaper online. I didn’t know whether to humour him or to hit him – so I just took the piss out of him, hoping he would see the error of his comment. I found another item and yet again he mentioned Google. Ok, I said. This is serious. Either you ditch your google fantasy or I ditch you as my mooching partner. This isn’t what I call mooching, he wailed!

We move onto another shop. I overhear the shop assistant closing her sale: shopper as she receives her bagged item, “thanks very much”. Shop assistant’s reply, “no drama”. (She was a Kiwi. I love Kiwis). That is how you need to approach our shopping trips, I say to partner: no drama!