You could invent such things all day, couldn’t you?
I saw the Lady Bella today, jogging up a hill, bedecked in tight black and availed of modern headset. She was holding up the traffic on the narrow lane. I waved, and she waved back. She looked more Mediterranean than English. I wonder what the music was.
I thought of little else for about an hour.
Didn’t somebody once say: 'Nothing you want is upstream?' He was wrong. Everything you want is upstream. At least, that's how it appears to me on days replete with English summer gardens and Mediterranean sylphs.