We were at the supermarket and I was concentrating on placing our shopping in the bags. Then my husband said. Look your friend is behind you. So I turned around and looked at the person behind me in the queue waiting to pay for their shopping. I stared and the person stared back. It took me two seconds to realise it was not a friend it was Di Leva. A very differnt type of artist. He saw me staring.
I cursed my husband to put me into that strange situation. Well, Di Leva bought feta cheese and he was not dressed in a dress today.
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