Saturday, 13 June 2009
Many years ago when I was a waiter we had an unusual table of four one evening. What was unusual was that they ordered Champagne. You have to understand that this was a cheap and cheerful steakhouse (at least, it was cheap), and though we kept a handful of bottles in the cellar, we rarely sold any.
On bringing out their second bottle, the manager asked what they were celebrating. "Our divorces", they replied. I'm not sure if they were getting divorced from one another, or planning to marry one another, or both. But they certainly had an enjoyable night out.
I heard yesterday that I was finally officially divorced. This process has taken a long time, mainly because it involves filling in forms and the like, and knowing that on receipt of the next load of paperwork you'll be shortly getting an invoice from the solicitor's is something of a disincentive.
I was rather underwhelmed by the news. At this stage, it's simply a bureaucratic matter. Nevertheless, any excuse to drink something alcoholic and bubbly seemed like a good one. Especially as today has been rather warm.
And then I realised something. After four and a half years, there'll be no more lawyer's bills to pay. Now that is worth celebrating. And in the unlikely event that you're stuck for an excuse, please feel free to join me, and if anyone asks, I'm happy to take the blame.
Have a good weekend. Cheers!