“What shall I wear tonight?” thought Leah as she mindfully covered her vintage French bed with her marshal like dresses and her warden-like shoes.
Skipper lay sleeping on his new carpet square of early evening sunshine;
“C’mon Skipper. Help me choose what to wear. We’re both going out for supper.”
A pretty blue and white cotton funnel dress would suffice and Skipper agreed as he pounced and danced around in frantic tight circles; flattening Leah’s new carpet and stirring and whirring the welcomed warm night air.
The streets were lamp lit and pleasant; Leah and Skipper smelt the long day’s uplifting aroma of seaside plants and seaweed sud as they casually scuffed their way down towards the white sandy doormat of the ‘Little Pink Bistro’.
“Table for two please”.
The garden tables were gently lit by red and white paper lanterns; Skipper spread his fluffy golden toes quite comfortably under the slatted round wooden table whilst Leah leant back firm against her high back chair.
Nautical ropes, twinkling fairy lights, and a beached wooden boat held Leah’s gaze for a while.
Far removed from her hurried life in London Leah gently stroked Skipper’s ears whilst mindfully enjoying the charm of the sea-faring novelties and her sudden and newfound interest in people watching.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
“A glass of white wine please and a bowl of tap water. Thank you!”
“A jug of tap water?”
“No- a bowl please.”
“Skipper!”.
