’til death do us…
We filled a sack with money, sent it to the government and signed a multitude of documents. We met two lady bankers – one tiny with a very large suit and one larger with a tiny suit. And then nothing happened! There were no fireworks to commemorate the occasion
no dirigibles trailing banners
no champagne even because on this eating protocol I can’t drink. Instead I toddled off to one of my potting classes, made four lumpish bowls and toddled back again. All a bit of an anti-climax really.
However and anyway, it’s ours. Whatever that transpires to mean.