My Kind Of Person.

Today my brother, sister-in-law and I took our elderly and increasingly frail Dad out for lunch.

We went to one of our favourite local places: Lake Edge Cafe on the shore of Lake Purrumbete. The view is lovely in any weather, but it was nice and warm inside.

While we were waiting for our lunch, another family group came in and took the table next to ours. It looked to be a man around my own age, three boys, and the boys’ grandparents.

“Shall I tell you a bit about the menu?” the waiter asked.

“Could you wait a bit, please?” the guy responded. “My wife will be in in a moment… she’s just finishing the final few pages of a book.”

I smiled. Anyone who stays in the car to finish a book before lunch is my kind of person.