Always Alfie
Everything is always Alfie. Alfie this and Alfie that. Now, I know he was my best friend too and of course I miss him, but a girl can get a complex. Mum’s business was named after Alfie. She wrote books with Alfie. She even wears the ring he gave her, the one with his pawprints on it and a special message inside, on a chain around her neck. Now it’s the bar.
Mum has always wanted her own bar. She barely drinks alcohol, but she loves mixing cocktails and does like to have things on hand for other people. Now, in the corner of the garden room, she has her own bar.
She was going to call in the Garden Room Bar, but Dad said they needed a more imaginative name. In the end she came up with a list and then read them out to Dad. When she got as far as ‘Alfie’s Bar’ her voice caught and tears started falling down her cheeks. Dad of course said that it had to be that. Nowhere on the list was ‘Wilma’s Bar’. Anyway, they both like the fact that it sounds a bit like Rick’s bar in Casablanca, but it’s Alfie’s instead. This is what the bar runner and mats will look like.
The Apples
You would not believe what has happened to the apples with the last few days of warmth and rain. They have suddenly become much much bigger. I can almost see them growing before my eyes. If only I weren’t still on lead in the garden. They really are starting to get to the munching stage and I have missed them. Ok, so I do like my newly slimmed waistline, but I’m a middle aged girl I could afford to be a bit rounder in places. Mum says for the sake of my joints I have to stay slim. Then I got into trouble for asking if she’d looked in the mirror lately. It seems there’s one law for her and another for her beloved dog. Besides, which is better for a girl – cakes or apples?
Love
Wilma
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