Dramatis personae:
My late second husband, Lovely Tim or LT, who died in September 2021
My late husband, the Sage, aka Russell, who died in August 2014.
My children: Dearest daughter Weeza, who has London Ways, is married to Phil. Their children are Zerlina Buttercup and Augustus Bufo. Elder son - Al X, is married to Dilly. Their children are Squiffany Virgilia, Maximus Pugsley and Hadrian Swallow. Younger son - Ro and his ex-wife Dora share two darling children, Rufus Russell and Perdita Hedera.
Big Sister: Wink, who lives next door
My cat Eloise, a black tortoiseshell half-Ragdoll.
Bantams live in the garden and cats live in the barns but we feed them and they have ambitions to be pets too. Cows come to visit in the summer. Mostly, they stay in the fields. None of them has got a hoof in the door yet, but it's only a matter of time.
Updating takes too much memory, sorry - but then I'm not very young any more, so am hanging on to the memory I've got. Please don't look for any significance in the order - I'm not drunk but I am disorderly.
If you're looking for your name here and don't see it, I do read your blog but you haven't left a comment here yet - if I put down all the blogs I read, we'd both be here all night.
Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.
Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?
“You Are 60% Lady
You’re part lady, part modern woman.
Etiquette is important to you, but you brush aside rules that are outdated or silly.”
That sounds a pretty good balance, actually. Maybe I should lighted up a bit.
‘Refined’ just isn’t the description I’d ever aim for.
Especially as I admitted to drinking a lot, flirting and not knowing when to leave a party.
Oh you have put me to shame..
*hides head*
Not at all, you are much more fun than I am.
*adjusts ladylike black stockings and suspenders, smiling graciously*
(note to Americans – suspenders are not the same as braces. I don’t know what you call suspenders)