Talking about flats and moving, puts me in mind of the long ago, when I was a merry, light-hearted bachelor, not caring a rap what the day brought forth.
Little I bothered myself about the price of spring bonnets or how the crops promised.
Each day was sufficient unto itself, and brought its joys and difficulties, but the tatler never weighed heavily.
I've raised a family since, and my credit is still good.
Thank you, I appreciate your encouragement, but one experience will probably be quite sufficient for me.
Now, during these halcyon days of yore, I remember there was one dear old lady who seemed to take the greatest interest in my welfare.
I often met her in the street, and she would even stop to chat with me at times.
One day I was looking in at a shop window.
