Nice being proved wrong.

"Hiya. Remember me?"

The text message arrived late this afternoon. Unfortunately it arrived while I was driving, but at the next set of traffic lights, I sneaked a peek. There was no name attached to the message, just the number, which I didn't recognise.

"Don't recognise your number," I replied.

Then she mentioned the bar where I was having birthday drinks last week and the penny dropped.

"Carol??" I asked, mildly surprised that I still remembered her name. Okay, so I was wrong.

A little while later, I phoned her. I still suspect that it was mostly the wine talking, because it's been exactly a week since we met, and she is, once again , in a bar, and has had one too many. She asked if I had a friend, so that we could go out as a foursome. As if!!

I will call her another time when she's sober and see if she still wants to meet up.