On Sunday we went to church with my great-aunt. She is 77, runs a guest house, has a constant flow of grandchildren running in and out of her place, laughs suddenly and gustily at odd moments, and wears a jaunty little cap at a rakish angle when she rides her bicycle. The last time I visited, she gave me a book she'd bought for herself on 'Flirting'! What a beautiful way to grow old!
The church service was light and lively, with a youthful choir and an old priest with a wide, friendly face and a sweet air about him. Afterwards, people milled about outside in the sun and chatted.
2 comments:
Sounds like u guys are having a brilliant time
Besitos enormes to u
besito sur le nez à Betty, on the forehead for Tony
hello! merveilleux voyage!! besitos enormes pour vous trois,depuis Paris sous un soleil magnifique et un froid d'hiver trop tôt.
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