Just thinking back to when Mister Valance picked me up on me spelling, many moons ago.
If I remember rightly, it was all about a leather clad vision who uttered a few simple words of flattery. Sadly, my fantasy knight didn't stick around long enough for me to regain my senses, and a dream was lost forever. Yep… Just like real life, off he rode and took solace, not solice, elsewhere.
I still find it difficult going into a handbag shop,
even though I just lurrrrrrrve the smell, but the painful memories still linger… So, I’m now a pondering, just like I do… Should I try to re-educate me sniffer towards latex and rubber?