This is a short postscript to last night’s blog.
I met Chic Eleanor for coffee and cake at two.
It was just what we both needed.
I had just sleepily tumbled out of bed and looked it
She looked fantastic in a beige and cream ensemble.
We talked and laughed and even though she has family traumas afoot
she was gracious and called me darling John several times over.
And when we said her goodbyes her expensive perfume lingered long in the air
So perked up I bought a miniature Christmas tree on the way home.
from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3odl2uG
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