After weeks of torrential rain, the sun came out on Monday.
Best make use of it, I thought, so I took an assortment of trains, each around
18 minutes late (“rutting badgers at Haslemere” and other suitably Perrinesque
explanations) to visit a friend in Surrey. I stupidly sent a text about my
arrival time not to my friend but to the wife of another friend who has the
same name and who must have been very puzzled by it. No wonder no-one was there
to pick me up at the station! I blame my mobile phone’s GPS configuration for
the confusion, Gormless Person Syndrome. Anyway, we met eventually! Surrey Girl
has recently undergone her GRS (which in our context stands for something like girly
reorganisation surgery) and is looking so disgustingly fit, happy, beautiful
and well following it that I really think this ought to be prescribed to the
population at large as part of the government’s happiness agenda.
We spent time catching up and then had an extremely late
lunch at a chic and comfortable gastropub, the Inn on the Lake in Godalming,
with the sunlight pouring through the windows. The lake itself, however, is
lost somewhere in the undergrowth. Very good food: the salmon and caper
fishcakes with a poached egg on top were very enjoyable, and the warm, squidgy,
almost-molten chocolate brownie was utterly, deliriously delicious. I have a
thing for chocolate puddings but this ticked every sensual box in ways that
were positively indecent! We were also impressed with our Slovak waiter’s
excellent English and attention to us. A TGirl admirer in the making!
(Actually, I hope not)
Next week I hope to drop in on Charing Cross Hospital where
another friend will be having her GRS and seems very excited about it. I’m not
sure that kind of drastic surgery is for me, not at present anyway, but hope
she will be as happy with the result as our Surrey blonde is with hers. And
that this might reassure another friend who’s panicky about hers. If it’s right
for you then it really does seem to transform your life for the better.
Sue x
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