Friday, October 29, 2010
Reality check 2
A couple of nights ago, I got quite a shock. We went to the pub for dinner, and Tracey pointed out to me that this was the first time she, Christian and I had done this, just us, since before I fell ill. A year ago, to be precise, since we had eaten out together.
One of the things I noticed was that even the pubs have fallen under the Masterchef spell. Instead of the usual mountain of food, piled high and everywhere on the plate, there was an amount about half the size, plated up and presented Masterchef style. Now I’m not complaining about that because I usually got more than I needed in the old days, and ate it anyway, whereas this amount was just about perfect for a main course. The price was about 30% higher, though, and I suppose the smaller main course encourages a foray into the dessert area, so the Masterchef strategy isn’t a bad one for the coffers of the pub restaurant.
We didn’t have dessert, as it happens – not a pub one anyway. We decided to raid the new ice-cream bar at the 7/11 for a little treat, and eat it with a coffee at home, a short way away.
That’s what this is about, not the meal at the pub, novelty though it was for us. We went into the deli, to choose our ice-cream. Yes, I know about avoiding angiogenesis promoting food, but just this once was relying on the Avastin to counter the effect on its own.
Anyway, in the deli, I noticed this guy. He was about my height - a bit shorter maybe, though his face was fuller than mine, flabbier definitely, and I would say about 7 or 8 years older than I. His hair was much thinner than mine, and in the light in the café, it looked almost as if he were completely bald. His face had that look about it that said, yes, the road's been a bit rocky lately. I felt sympathy for him.
I moved to go to the ice-cream counter and was shocked to discover this old chap moved at exactly the same time. I then realised I had been looking in the wall mirror behind the shop counter, and who the old bloke was.
I haven’t been looking in the mirror much these days. Maybe I better, a bit more often, for a true reality check.