Farewell To All that (2)

FAREWELL TO ALL THAT (2)

'Well, 'ello there my Dearie. A long time, no see. . . I hear you've been shifting. Now, have you missed me?

'Oh, I've thought of you, longed for you, prayed every night that you'd find your way home and then all would be right.'

The Priestess elbowed her way passed the group of disadvantaged children and support workers, and pressed her fleshy jowls against my cheek.

'I've just sold my house,' I muttered.

'And . . . I know how that's stressful, indeed, I've heard said it's as bad as divorce and interring the dead. Yes, I know what they say; there's not much in this life worse than moving and grieving and dumping the wife.'

'I quit work, too.'

'Ah! now that my Sweet Pea is just stupidity. How on earth will you earn your own crust?'

She looked pensive for a moment.

'Ha! I've got it, of course. (I am quite the gift-horse). You can work for me, Darling. A must.'