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Sunday, 26 April 2015

In which One has been in the presence of true love and beauty…

fainted

That’s me that is, Dear Reader, see above, following an extended visit from The Wood Nymph and her pet Peer of the Realm.

‘Ooooooh   Claaaaayyrrrr. you are soooo beeeeautiful, I meeesed you sooooo much,’ she shrieked as she flung herself into my arms.

Take note Admiral of the Fleet: this is the ideal greeting for a Lovely One…

Not the…

‘Watcha mate. Put the kettle on,’ One usually gets at the  Manor.

Mind you, when I responded to the the A’s enquiry,’what days have you got off this week?’ and replied, ‘Wednesday afternoon until Saturday morning. Shall I come over?’  He replied, ‘of course,’ which as you know, Dear Reader, in Admiral-speak, is akin to, ‘If you ever need a vital organ replacement, you can ‘ave one of mine.’

Any road up, we sat, (me and the WN) in the rain, in the back yard with unsophisticated massive glasses of the Co-op’s finest and smoked fags all afternoon.

Lord B turned up in the twilight hours and joined us, making One go ‘all a quiver,’ in the presence of beauty.

He flolloped, all long, lean limbs and fine-bones upon One’s Chesterfield and quaffed a pinot with the nonchalant grace of One who shall inherit the earth.  Unlike the WN and One, who were guzzling and lolling about scoffing cherry tomatoes wrapped in Prosciutto, like One does.

What a strange and varied life One leads…

Yesterday: welcoming the landed gentry into the Underground lair…

Today: machine washing me stinky Sketchers Go Walk Two…

Tomorrow: Administering tender care to the needy.

Later in the week….  checking the Admiral for mosquito bites…

 

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