Timed to perfections, she puts the kettle on and has a pot of tea brewed just as the stand in postie arrives. Sitting down together Mrs T delights in catching up on her news. All her friends are in the graveyard or confined to barracks as she is, I wonder how many more people the postie has adopted on her rounds.
The piped music is Hydn supprise symphony, I grin it will be a bloody surprise when some one answers.
A moment of pure happiness. I have just come back from India again. He was so clear and concise, and now I know what the trouble with my huge telephone bill was.
Bit of that
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