I met a man today. Second time. He’s in the cycling club. We watched each other the first time; didn’t say a word to each other. Today I was confident and easy with him and he with me. It was nice. We chatted quite a bit.
He’s a manly man. 64. Same age as Beloved. But he’s fit. He cycles 100 miles a week and plays tennis and goes to the gym on top of that. He has a 56 year old girl friend who was a marathon runner. All sounds a bit too sporty for me if I’m honest. Exhausting. But impressive.
He told me he was a senior civil servant in Whitehall working in the treasury. He’d vote for Brexit first, Remain second and Theresa May’s deal third. He started life as a doctor in bio-chemistry and got into the workings of the government that way. They needed a specialist in that area to advise them.
He has the air of success and authority. He was speaking to a guy about his telephone and said, ‘I’m sorry I’m in a meeting so I’ll have to call you back this afternoon.’ That made me laugh inside. Why not 'I'm out?'