(3 photos) The green green grass of home, dry at the moment as we desperately need rain. The summer is predicted to be hot and dry and although the grass will brown and dry the colour will return as you watch after a shower of rain.
Normally blue, the ominous clouds colour the water sea-green.
We were going on a date. My husband was taking me to the theatre to see three one-act plays. He wanted it to be special. I had been busy and we hadn’t spent a lot of time together recently. He researched on the internet to find a good restaurant. He read menus and reviews and eventually picked a great Thai restaurant. “You’d better book if its got great reviews.” I said. He rang and booked. We dressed in our finery. Going to the theatre was an occasion. We headed off. The theatre we were going to was fifty kms from home and the restaurant was tucked away from the main shopping precinct. We set the GPS and eventually arrived. A small set of shops – a general store and two restaurants. One Indian and one Thai. No-one was in either. “Perhaps we should go Indian.” Roger said. It did at least look a little more atmospheric. The Thai had green laminated tables, no places were set. “At least the Thai had good reviews.” We didn’t have time to find an alternative. We sat feeling as though we were at the local fish and chippery, totally out of place in the velvet pants and flowing top. A few people dressed in singlets and stubbies arrived, picked up take-away and left. We ordered. I said “they must have fallen about laughing when you rang and made a booking.” The food arrived. It was good. The Thai girls laughed when we told them we had found them on the internet. They didn’t know they had a presence there. One play was good. Extremely good. The other two ho hum but combined with the green restaurant I hadn’t laughed so much for such a long time and laughter truly is the best medicine.
This post is in response to Cee’s prompt for the fun foto challenge