working 15 January 2010
I made a break for London’s Glittering West End this day (one grey, rainy place = manchester for another = london) and am here with Himself now. My dearest wish was to have a pint..in a PUB…and so it came to pass = lovely and absolutely all I had hoped for. Then a bite to eat. We talked about STUFF and as I ate the marrow from a bit of lamb bone I realised Richard did not know just how working class I am = grandfathers a plumber and butcher respectively. and then I licked the knife, he tells me. And I am telling you all now that was and shall remain one of my proudest moments. As the song goes ‘I am what I am…’
