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November 14, 2007
Nanowrimo: fino
I never used to have sugar in my tea, thinks Midge, but it seems churlish to not take pleasure where I can these days. So he has sugar when asked, one teaspoon, and a glass of whatever is on offer- the Major is good on whiskey and brandy, only Mary mean in her hostess duties, not out of true meaness, but because she doesn’t want people to know she drinks any sort of spirits. He usually puts her out of her misery with a ‘I could do with a sherry, missus, you got anything you use in cooking?’ and of course, she does, although looking at her, he suspects that sherry is the last thing she’d drink. That’d be too easy and a bloody assumption. All older women drink sherry. Anyway, her sherry is bloody nice, a fino, dark and deep. He knows his sherrys ‘cos of his time on fishing boats in the Bay of Biscay, coming in to Lisbon harbour now and again and sitting on the quay side as the sun went down on Portugese summer nights.
Posted by scumkitten at November 14, 2007 10:15 PM
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