Thursday, October 11, 2012

A blast from the past.

The last time I was out with DSC, we ended up in Marks and Spencer buying dinner. The woman in front of us in the checkout queue was reasonably cute and vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it until today, when it randomly popped into my head: PD.

She never did buy me that coffee/drink for getting her past her university module seven years ago. Bah.

As a quick aside, she had a young girl with her who was easily eleven or twelve, but PD never mentioned having any kids when we were talking.

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