Meade's Ball
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I'm using Concepcion's wifi, and haven't yet reported to my view of her people's spacious backsides.
I was charged at by a cheese-loving dog in A Coruna 3 Christmases ago. I was flying back to London on my lonesome from there just with hand luggage. I'd been given a big block of bulbous cheese to take with me, but I'd got a bit anxious about a scene in which the cheese would have been taken from me by security at the airport, so unsure was I then of foodstuff transport regulations. I hate scenes, and had a few hours to waste in A Coruna. I recall a man washing his hair in the waterpump in a park as I walked, but my main interest was finding somewhere I could eat enough of the cheese to not have the sweet dairy gift thrown away rudely, whilst not getting into a kerfuffle over it at the airport. Up to the docks I went. I found a bench out near the permanently-shored vast vessels and began to nibble. My problem came in the form of a pretty young lady jogging with her mid-sized hound. The beast broke free from her grip, excitedly galavanting in my direction having caught a whiff of that of which I sneakily devoured. That dog was licking crazy, boggle-eyed in the thrill, and I had little choice but to toss the remains of the sickening-by-now feast down by my side. The woman came over apologising profusely, I imagine, not really speaking many words of spanish, but I accepted her sorries without opening my mouth, it still full of cheese.
I came away from the scenario realising that trying to avoid embarrassment can sometimes throw you inadvertently into a deeper and more numerous confrontation with social shame.
A Coruna seemed a nice place though.
