Doris had no such qualms.
'Would it be at all possible for you to
put together a little cheese selection for my wife
as she's not a great fan of dessert?'
'Certainly sir, no problem!'
Doris replied.
What a lovely man she thought as
she did a quick recce of all the mousetraps
in the house, in order to fulfill the man's request.
Cutting a swathe through the many and various celeb's
she found him, and proudly presented his wife's
cheese plate.
He couldn't have been more gracious if it had
been H.M. touching each of his shoulders with
a sword.
Wonderful tribute!
ReplyDeleteYes he was charming and very unassuming.
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Oh no, sad news to wake up to. But nice memory.
ReplyDeleteCarol, I'm a lucky girl , I have so many.
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Never could warm to the chap (no pun intended). Mousetrap cheese is a nasty way to go though - are they certain that's what caused it? Damnably inconvenient thing, dyin', damnably inconvenient.
ReplyDeleteIt gets us all evenuality Ian. Although with a belly full of England's finish strong chedder would for me, be a blissfully way to go.
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I've just looked at this Ian. Two mornings ago, can't you just tell I had a stonking migraine?
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