I once had cause to throw a rose into the English Channel. You don't need to know why, it doesn't take a lot of scratching of my surface to uncover a rich seam of cloying Victorian sentimentality. Any sensible practical person would have gone out on a boat or ferry and dropped the rose off into the briny somewhere along the way as they leant against the railings. Being neither of these I decided it would be a good idea to take a walk along to the end of a very long breakwater. In a south-westerly gale. Half an hour later, what was left of the rose managed to land in the water and the job was done.
A lad should know his strengths. I have a facility for turning high melodrama into low farce.
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ah but you do it in a wonderful way
Be thankful dear it was just a rose and not- as we had in our sailing days - a bucket of slops:)
...same here, Kev.
I was once trying to have a melodramatic moment... but I ruined it by dropping my purse down the loo.
Sx
nursemyra: and thank you.
Pat: I remember half of our school class having to be taught the hard way about which side of the Isle of Man Ferry you need to be sick at.
Scarlet: my word! You've got me beat there kid.
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