aside, we never sugared our Froot Loops. That would be like…I don’t know…buttering a croissant. Diamond earrings on an elephant is a discreet charm, though.
I found many loose unmatched earrings in Lois’ treasure box. These I leave with her to sort and fiddle with since she doesn’t wear them anymore. She is recently very fond of those brightly coloured shiny Caribana necklaces – the kind they throw from floats at parades.

I will tell you about my class origins. The sixties household kept a well-stocked bar (largely due to a surfeit of client holiday gifts) but hardly any were consumed. Yet it was considered inhospitable to be unable to provide guests with a mixed drink. That’s why there still exists (from the depths of Lois’ bookcases – organisational skills got kind of dodgy) an unopened, velvet-bagged, boxed bottle of scotch from 1961.
Ah – origins of the species – intriguing? Or better after a Drowned Rat Soda?

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HHB