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Saturday, 12 August 2017

In the mouse...

quiet of of the house at 6.45am I sit,
glowing with good cheer at the remembrance of a wonderful meal at a Michelin restaurant in a sleepy village in Kent.



Food with friends... what greater joy.
Gossip flying backwards and forwards across the table, no one person hogging the conversation.  Healthy, free and fair, the words flowed.  Talk, the joy of a bygone age without the modern day ping of electronic equipment.
It is so good to be alive.

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70 must wait until tomorrow...


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