Her Birthday

Her birthday We’re having lunch in the Cascais centre at a posh restaurant with a sea view. The price of the lunch was outrageous steak with salad and chips, which she could not eat because of her teeth she did eat the French fries. She had a glass of white wine I had water. I had suggested we take a taxi, so I too could have a glass of wine. Nearby a luxury hotel, it was splendid she had spent a fortnight there with her first husband, 300 euros a night, and in case you misunderstood it was the room price. I was glad to drive back to our house.