Once, when I was a little, little, girl I was skipping down a London thoroughfare with my family. On reflection, my family were probably not skipping, they were more than likely either being dragged or dragging curious children towards their destination. Shall we say it was Tottenham Court Road, that is close enough and has a certain ring to it. As my innocent wide eyes scanned the hubbub a hand thrust a bunch of flowers my way. I gratefully accepted this gift from the generous benefactor. A second passed. My mother grabbed the flowers out of my hand, sent them straight back to the gipsy woman who had delivered them with a “no thanks” and yanked me on my way. I remember being rather puzzled by these proceeding. Only years later did I realise that you rarely get something for nothing, one of the many lesson my Mum has taught me. Today is her birthday. It would be rude not to say something.
To MBM from YBD
Sorry I won’t be there, I’ll make it up to you, hope this suffices and you haven’t changed the will yet. x