Take Two!

Smitten they arrive Priscilla-style, Nest or with balloons flying through the sun-roof.
Was it really 8 years ago when they were last here as diners?
That sad day, in mourning-black, they brought bags of marbles [I had obviously misplaced mine] and a volume of the Women’s Weekly Cooking for Two to get us through the coming dark days.
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Wood Gary get the sex-kitten to sue?.
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The gray corner table no longer need the high chair. The bambini, now elegant, young sophisticated ladies have blossomed to light up the room. .







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There was Fear on table two from lofty heights to speedy trials and cats out of red bubbly bags.
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The Romannee Drew some fine spirit from the Burgundy socks.
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Wikki-for-two took their chairs home with them.
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Wild strawberries nestled into the bookcase for the delightful long haul.
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The now omnivorous unicorn cadet took the natural path and decided that mother should drive.

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Bille carted Roses into the private room and gave mum a very good seeing-to.

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Oh Neil you looked so radiant in your confirmed diet for two.

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But the cigar goes to Clancy who did a lot more than take care of the overflow…