She was young, she was pure, she was new, she was nice,
She was fair, she was sweet seventeen.
He was old, he was vile and no stranger to vice,
He was base, he was bad, he was mean…..
“Have some Madeira, m’Dear!
You really have nothing to fear.
Thus starts the song, circa 1959, made famous by Flanders and … Continue reading.....
No house photos this week.
Mon mari has continued work on rendering the walls upstairs.
Every time I go up to look there is more, not less, to be done.
It might have something to do with his tap-tap-tapping all over the walls with the claw side of his hammer…. Something about having to chip out the loose stuff before … Continue reading.....