who always kept the Aspidistras flying high up in her Georgian house on the windy Terrace from marble urns
had lipstick bomber pilot red & nails the colour of flame.
It was often elevenses in her lounge with Gordons served on a silver platter and THE GRAND HOTEL, DUNEDIN 1932 engraved
on the rim. Another stim dear? from the mahogany sideboard repository to dozens of weighty 78 jazz records in brown paper jackets stacked like so many ossified flapjacks.
Oh she had the most beautiful hands (in her day) they said, used for commercials in the Womens Weekly & Booths the Chemists.
Who could forget her gravel voice & make up mannequin thick
not remember her gin-sweet breath warm upon the neck? And how some Yank billeted during WW2 (here) ducky! thought she was a real living doll.
Oh such beautiful hands she had & the crystal light streaming forth from those great bay windows
onto the iron railings below.
Harold Lloyd