Little pleasures

I was on standing on the down-riding escalator heading back to office after dropping off a card for Mum at the post office and listening to three girls argue about the location of Carrefour when they reached the bottom and one of them turned around.

Surprise, surprise. It was the girl I unsuccessfully tried chatting up a year ago at Iguana. I noted with a certain grim satisfaction that she's now the proud owner of a pear shaped body.

Ah, the moments of little pleasures in life.