From the distant vantage point of Church
Lane today, I saw someone who looked like M’Lady S
wheeling a wheelbarrow across their field. Being ever the opportunist, I walked
around that way in the hope of paying obeisance to said Lady in person.
I wasn’t to be. The Little Princess was in evidence,
frolicking around the same field, but the only evidence of the Lady’s presence
was a mere hint of black hair floating briefly across the inner courtyard of
the Forbidden City. This is a place to which the
raggle-taggle peasantry of my ilk are not permitted without explicit
invitation, and so I wended my lonely way homeward.
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