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Sunday, 3 July 2016

In which One would like to sin upon a tiger skin...

Off we went to Barnstaple to take the Aged Admiral's even more aged Dear Mama to Marks and Sparks.
Good training for One as One's Aged P is arriving v shortly for a holiday.

A holiday from what, precisely, One is as yet to ascertain, since for as long as One can remember, Aged P 's time has been her own. Unlike poor dear Lovely One who has been a wage slave this past year or so.

One shall surely have to give up the delights of personal care soon since One shall require care Oneself soon and believe me, Dear Reader, One shall be shitting One's bloomers with alarming regularity.

One has earned the right to become a curmudgeonly old git and is practicing even now to demoralize a Polish person.


Yesterday, One was whisked off to Montacute House, a National Trust grand Elizabethan house to look at paintings 'after Holbein'

Twelve pounds fifty each to get in! Good job One didn't have to contribute. That's more than One spends per month on Asda Smart Price processed scoff.

Any road up it was complete bollicks.  One recalls going there once afore and was delighted since One had just read The Viceroy's Daughters, and anxious to see Curzon's bath.
A second view was definitely not required.
Did like the painting of Elinor Glyn though...

Would you like to sin
With Elinor Glyn
Upon a tiger skin?
Or, would you prefer
To err with her
On some other fur?

Google it, you I'll-educated blighters.

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