From Facebook postings
in 2009
In December 2009 my middle sister reached her 60th
birthday and we siblings celebrated with tea at the Ritz. It was hugely expensive but really worth it
with gorgeous fancy cakes, brilliant service and wonderful surroundings - like
being on the Titanic before the iceberg.
As usual with such events I went alone, leaving Fester at
home to mind Ferretfingers and Thunderthighs.
To be brutally honest he prefers it that way and, apart from the
loneliness of being the only one not in a couple, so do I. I get a snore free night or two and there’s
one less person getting irritated and flying off the handle to worry about.
Chatting about tea at the Ritz with Fester a few days later I said
"Well it's not the sort of thing I'm going to do again"
"Certainly not with me" says he.
Who says romance is dead?
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