I can hear the merry clink of ice in a tumbler. I am slicing the cucumber in defiance of dietary options. Gentle on the tonic. Mother has not been ruined for many a dry month in search of a more refined silhouette. Well, blow that for a game of soldiers over the next few days. I have to get into practice for the 25th. I do not want to pass out after the pre-turkey sherry. I want to be up and at'em for two whole days before I return to constraint and corsetry.
So here's to you and one for me. Cheers, me dears!
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