It's like you are walking to Waitrose to get the ingredients for a really fantastic dinner - probably something in a Nigella book - and you pass this patisserie, and the most amazing huge tarte aux framboises lures you in and then follows you home. You can't say no to a tarte aux framboises, can you? Because there may come a day when there are no patisseries open and you cannot get a tarte aux framboises for love nor money. Of course, the walk to Waitrose is still on the agenda, and the shopping list remains folded in your purse.
It is true that I'm not very good at these casual things. But I just hate to pass up a treat.
If in a couple of weeks this young chap is found face down in a pool with a bullet in his back, you'll know that my transformation into Norma Desmond is complete.
Well, if nothing else he'll have stamina... enjoy! ;-)
ReplyDeleteGood analogy, and thanks to Maud for the coffee-related accident this morning. Clean pajamas tonight!
ReplyDeleteAnd why should it be a disaster? You won't know if you don't try. My husband is 20 years younger than me and we've been married for more than 13 years. It's ever so useful having a younger man around when you're getting older...it takes years off you. Go for it!
ReplyDeleteDid you piss yourself then, Joan?
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It was that funny, but I'd just taken a sip of coffee when I read it... No iPads were harmed in the reading of this post-- and the pajamas will survive!
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