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Tuesday, 10 February 2015

In which One is a lucky One…

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‘You have an aura of youth,’ opined She who must be obeyed, at the gallery, regarding One…

‘It’s like living with a teenager,’ a previous occupant of the Kingdom of Spare Ooom…

‘How old are you?’ -  the A of the F, in exasperation…

‘You can be a bit childish,’ - BF…

All these things, and more, have been stated about your very own youthful, Lovely One.

HOWEVER…

One was informed this very weekend, ‘We are too old for Valentine’s Day,’ by the A of the F.

One is grumped up in the extreme about this, see above.

One had been speculating, regarding the doings on Saturday…

Would One’s espresso be delivered by a naked A of the F with a single red rose between the cheeks of his bum (not his mouth, Dear Reader, there’s usually a fag in there)

Would One be awoken by the A gently removing One’s jim jams with his tooth?

Will there be Champagne and truffles delivered on a silver tray?

Sadly, none of the above…

Apparently persons as elderly as us, (me with dub-dubs like envelope flaps and him, growing his own ear-muffs) are too old for luuuurve…

‘We are babysitting for K and D, while they go out for a meal,’ came the instruction regarding the timetable for Valentine’s evening.

Mmmm, fine by One, since One is only ever likely to share the A’s grandchildren in the manner of a benevolent Aunt…

‘You’ll never be a Grandmother,’ informed the A of the F, apropos of nothing, as if One hadn’t already clocked that!

So, there’ll be no chocolates and fabulous fripperies pour Moi…

Mind you, Dear Reader, the A of the F does buy One chocolates every single week and treat One in the manner of a Fairy Princess every single day…

Isn’t One a lucky One?

 

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