And she shall wear a blue dress in Paris
Let’s wear a lovely blue dress and go to Paris! Sounds wonderful, at the moment, I am sitting in a cold waiting room at Edenbridge train station, waiting for the 12.10 to London. It’s cold and raining, and I’m dressed for the arctic. What are the chances of getting back home with the hat, both gloves AND the umbrella?? But we can pretend we are off to sunny Paris, can’t we? The imagination is a wondrous thing you know… I…