Not any old lazy winter Sunday today. Tea brewing in the pot, toast in the toaster, scintillating weather, sun glinting on the water... ‘what does the day hold for me?’ I asked myself.
No sooner said than a tap on the door only to reveal the most beautiful creature, pre-Raphaelite curling tresses, shades of Sophia Loren.
She’s an Italian maiden in distress from Abruzzo on a Dutch barge that’s run out of water and is looking for a knight in armour to fill her tank.
As a perfect English gentleman I rose to the occasion counting my good fortune.
Neville Hunt over 6 years ago
What a gent!
Neville Hunt over 6 years ago
...meanwhile, further down the same river, with the same sun shining down on me, there was no-one in shining or even rusty armour to come to my rescue walking across Kingston Bridge with my ears like ice blocks. I didn’t need water. I needed ear muffs.