Lynn meluvver, life has moved on. Our flameproof nighties have been extinguished. The pipes are lagged. My bottom is still smarting from the beating by a Womans Weekly but it is healing. Barry and Freda have grown up.
But I still can't do it. Can't do it. I can't give up on all of us and all of our aspirations. Surely we aren't all wrong? Well I'm not. Of that I am sure.
loveandhugs
Phil