Melanie said he has a face for voice-overs but I said I thought him handsome. Rugged I said but she she’d seen turkeys with tighter jaws and in profile she thought him a touch scrotal.
He was very nice to me at dinner in Nice, though, last Tuesday. Held my chair like Reggie used to and suggested I’d probably not like the beef as it was French and they generally didn’t ‘do’ beef. After, he had that way that men of a certain type have, steering my elbow and making sure the taxi seat was clean.
We had a laugh when he realised he’d left his wallet in his cabin; apparently I’m now on a ‘promise’ when we reach Naples, tomorrow. He knows this little bar where they make their own penne, the way the Italians used to before the mafia lost control of the flour industry. He does tell amazing stories. Shocking some of them. I’m not surprised he’s had a lot of ‘encounters’ as he calls them – me, I only had Reggie and that was every last Sunday, unless it preceded the Bank Holidays and not at all after the hernia.
I did want to ask Melanie about that. She’s knowledgeable, you know. A bit ‘brassy’ as mother would have said but she’d know the etiquette, with worldly men. After all, that’s what happens on cruises, isn’t it? Not that I’ve ever had much time for it. Too much washing after.
Anyway, I think I’ll just pop along to his cabin and check if he’d like to do the bingo tonight. Melanie? No, I don’t know where she is. She said she’d speak to him for me, not that she likes him much, she said. I’ve not seen either of them since he went for his siesta.
This week’s Microcosm prompt threw up the following: Washed-up Actor, Mediterranean Cruise, Romance