gin-nurtered time waster.
©Elsie Anderton,
The Babylon Lane Tales 2012
A cold coming they had of it, just the worst time of year for a journey. Such a journey. They came bearing gifts and wearing large smiles.
There was much merriment: a small table crammed with laughter; a brisk walk to a country pub; nostalgic music; new red shoes; and dancing. The gin and dubonnet flowed. Too much liquor was had by all. Oh, and there was cake, a glorious cake baked by a talented friend.
There were books, breton stripes, vintage jewelry and knitted delights from More Tea Vicar. The gifts were plentiful and splendid, but the best thing was having them all there.
And then they all returned to their places, their kingdoms. And there was silence, apart from the thumping in my head and the memories of Cabaret's Elsie.