you don’t remember the war do you?
no, my mother told me.
she said that they visited port sunlight,
soap works, not the lady
she remembered vividly being presented with a
small trifle dessert fitted into a paper case with
pleatings round the edge.
i would have prefered soap.
someone else remarked that her friend had a bad
left leg, which is not required whilst playing golf.
an extra ordinary morning.
i dislike trifle, i always have.