Apropos of nothing…
Here is a picture of the Wivey Postie, in his Christmas regalia, who retired this week. (He cycles on as a Christmas Card forever!)
Any road up…
One is a lonely number…
This is how One found it out for sure:
Early in the day One and J went to the Pinksters and collected ten bottles of newly brewed Ginger Wine for the Wood Nymph to present to her chums at the workshop as a parting gift.
‘Never mind that!’ admonished One as she eagerly grabbed the loot, ‘What happened with the Peer of the Realm at the stately pile?’
‘Oh you should sees eet!’ she countered, eyes glazed over, ‘They have the original painting of Lord B that you love.’ (please, Dear Reader, picture One swooning at this point.) ‘The house is like a museum devoted to all things B.’
‘Did he ask you to stay in England?’ demanded One.
‘Yees we are looooking at changing the teeket and next weekend I am meeting his parents.’
(At this point One mentally scoured One’s wardrobe for a suitable wedding outfit. A new frock beckons, methinks!)
So, off went One to continue moving One’s meagre leavings from Boy and V ex H to One’s new home, secure in the knowledge that ‘Love conquers All.’
WELL WHAT A COMPLETE BLITHERING EEJIT ONE ACTUALLY IS
The realisation that $2000 to change the flight hit the lovestruck pair like a smack round the gob from a poetry anthology and they took the sensible option.
THEY TOOK THE SENSIBLE OPTION!
HAS THAT WOOD NYMPH CHILD LEARNT NOTHING FROM ONE?
Were One in the situation aforementioned, One would have done ANYTHING for even an hour more time together.
And that, Dear Reader, is why the Wood Nymph shall prevail and One is the loneliest number…