Niceness

After an office lunch yesterday a bubbly European translator emails round some photos she's taken at the restaurant.

Me: "Good ones those..."

She: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, see ?! You are actually very photogenic [smiley] I’m glad you like these pics as I actually got some comments from people who are not happy with the way they look"

Me: "ah - was thinking from a humorous perspective rather than aesthetic!"

She:"Really?! Well I think they are aesthetically good [smiley] Hehe !!"

Me: "Ha ok very kind..!"

She: "Very kind ?! Very kind ?! … I’m not being kind!!! Just objective [smiley] … 110%"

Pottiness aside, she's very sweet, if boys can use that condemnatory word. For example she couldn't understand why I was gloomy the other week (it was bog-standard black dog) so she assumed it was related to the foreign departure of my sister for the summer, something I'd briefly mentioned. I had days of concern and reassurance ("you can go and visit her soon"; "have you heard from her"; "I know what it's like being away from family" etc) and I hadn't the heart to say my sister's trip was no big deal.

I could never get seriously involved with someone so nice and uncomplicated. Give me complex AND clever AND good.

So to France tomorrow on a last minute mini-mission with chum - I can smell a particular escargot broth already.