"Ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which I will not put."
―Winston Churchill
Actually, I wanted an excuse to write like that. Once you get going with that sort of over-the-top grammar, it starts to sound great. Well, to me it does, anyway. (Tony reckons there are reasons for that.)
But at the same time, of course, I'm not about to stop making pop-off jokes. So, I sat here and thought about all that until bingo, I had it. A wealthy, octogenarian, conservative-despising liberal living in a nice house here in my suburb just after the gold rush. And she has a rude little pug on her lap.
I think I'm falling in love with that pug already.
Just kidding. I think I can find a way to like her mistress too, hard as I find it as a socialist to warm to a liberal. We shall see. And oh, one more thing. The lady follows Essendon. Obviously.
Nina
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