Marge, Doug and I walked around Windsor today. We saw the place Marge worked and the place where they lived. They lived in the rough part of Windsor, not the Eden that is Eton. (Actually the place was beautiful but I'm competitive)
We strolled along the Long Walk and found the place lousy with gorgeous vintage cards. Bentleys, Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Jags ... but no Mini Coopers. A glaring miss.
Doug and Marge bought me an ice cream.
I love a vanilla soft serve.
Marge was determined to score a Waitrose-save-the-environment bag. The very helpful British staff went to the basement to get her two of them. I never knew a supermarket to have a basement.
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