Avery’s Social Diary

-- April 30th, 2006 --


The whirl­wind never stops.

Fri­day after­noon saw me in a hud­dle with Avery and her pal Lily at the Patis­serie Valerie, debat­ing the rel­a­tive mer­its of choco­late mousse cake and Foret Noir, which became a moot point when the Foret Noir had its last slice eaten before they could order. After that it was all about the choco­late, and dis­cussing how much money the cake and uni­form sales brought in, and how dis­gust­ing on a scale of one to ten the fish for today’s Fri­day lunch was (pretty much off the charts). At one point dur­ing a lull in the con­ver­sa­tion I men­tioned that the wash­ing machine had been replaced. Not exactly an ice-breaker, as dead silence fol­lowed. Finally Lily’s lit­tle voice piped up hes­i­tantly, “I think, you know, that as chil­dren don’t really do the laun­dry, it’s under­stand­able that Avery’s not very excited about the new wash­ing machine.” !!!

Home to have them run out to the gar­den and do mis­chief with two lit­tle mis­cre­ants in coats and ties, the sar­to­r­ial splen­dor only under­scor­ing their essen­tial naugh­ti­ness. Mean­while my…