The morning after (well it was afternoon by the time we crawled out of bed having stayed up until 5.30am). Sometimes words are not necessary.
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This photo of my mother sat on my fathers' Excelsior motorbike dates, I think, from the 1940s. It was taken at our house on Southmere Dr...
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Tell me About It ! What a terrible night.
ReplyDeleteOh you had bubbly too...my favorite! Old people need extra time to recover :)
ReplyDeleteI trust you didn't drink all that by yourself? Although obviously one must celebrate (if that's the word) a funeral in style.
ReplyDeleteHope you have some headache pills handy.
ReplyDeleteWords may not be necessary but some good strong aspirin may be.
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