(that is assuming of course that I will grow old and that The Bloke will pop off before me)
...I would take a room in the Berry Happy Inn.
The Berry Happy Inn.
I would take a room and live out my days drinking tea and knitting cosies and be hailed as the Berry Mad Woman.
People would come from all over to point and stare and make up stories about lost fortunes and young fancy men.
Sadly I am forced to conjure up some other end of life fantasy - the Berry Happy Inn is no more - and I am bereft.
Berry sad, even.
Here is a little tidbit, a taste, a tantalise, a tease - tea cosies tea cosies taking over the house - getting ready for 5 displays of 5 cosies each to appear in a bookstore window near you - soon - down under - and The Queen of England willing - in the UK too.
Knit Knit Knit