Mrs T puts on her red hat. It's just like my grandmothers was only red. Granny kept her hats, in my memory they are all shades of green, placed carefully in a fruit bowl next to the donkey sanctuary charity box that she supported every year.
The good news was I managed to video some of the Edith Piaf film, the bad news is I didn't get all of it.
Whippet saunters out in-front of a police car, I was so busy catching up on Christmas doings that I forgot there was a gap in the hedge. He pulls up and opens the window. I babble with fright, picturing a flatten whippet, that he does not give me the flea in the ear I deserve.
Bit of that
or rent it from the library.
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