girl at large

I like to write about life when you have a job, some kids, a fixer upper and a fatal disease.

we (Dale, Liz, John and i) had dinner last night with a young chap by the name of Tom. Tom is English. Tom is from Elham (the village where Dom's parents have the pub/restaurant). Tom is a young farmboy doing seasonal landscaping work. Young Tom has the winter free. So, Young Adventurous Tom is BICYCLING (from England, from Elham) THROUGH FRANCE IN THE WINTER. contrary to what most would believe, this activity is NOT
a) the cost of losing a bet
b) a dare
c) the result of a break from reality
so, here he arrived, bicycle in hand, at Liz's doorstep the other night, happy as she says to "kip on the carpet". and what a lovely boy! so well mannered, must have been well taught by mom. we've all insisted he stay on another night to join us for dinner again and i'm keen to have him meet Bert tomorrow afternoon down at the boat—they seem to have so much in common.

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