Twiggy she is not.
Burr! It is colder this morning. My necessary interloper has resorted again to the layers, which add a stone in visual weight to her figure. You would think after four years of living with a style icon, she would have been more able to manage and effect a style which is, shall we say, more modish. The coat is so…. and the addition of the hat well I worry about being seen with her.
She has found the fur lined high welly boots in the garage; desperation, after yet another boot full of muddy puddle water yesterday, instigated this expedition into what we now call Jerry Land. I heard the garage door being rattled and had to smile, this provides Jerry with a warning of her imminent approach, she thinks! We have had an armistice of late. Excursions into the garage are few, so for now, Jerry has a free run of this region.
The Christmas tree, you know my thoughts already on this structure, is still causing problems, apparently the shatterproof baubles are ‘arranged, not quite right.’ A moment’s inspiration and a careless step towards the edifice produced a spilt cup of coffee, and a few words I couldn’t possibly repeat. A ‘Lady’ would not utter such words even with coffee all over the lounge carpet.
I am of course
La Grande Sophie
December 16th, 2009 at 11:01 am
It must be awful when one’s balls are ‘not quite right!’ lol
December 16th, 2009 at 1:28 pm
She says ‘Your timing is still immaculate.’ LGSx