On For Young and Old

The old uncle fattening his 25 - 30 yr. junior wife/girlfriend dyes weekly, ten days at the outside. Handsome pair of gold-rimmed John Lennon glasses newly purchased surprisingly good taste, more than stylish enough for all-day wear now. Likely she had helped with the selection. For his own part uncle was carefully counting the calories, some kinda trim maintained. Might easily have crossed seven-zero sum game; understandably firmly resistant to any kind of acknowledgement of this Scribe here. As for her of course, steer well and truly clear, wide a berth as possible, QE2 and then some. Once inadvertently passing close by the lady had been given a short, reflexive smile wholly and entirely accidental. Poor dear could not but unpurse her lips despite herself, risking all manner of catastrophic mayhem. Today with a crowd at Wadi an unfortunate proximity, Bapak possibly not having noticed the presence in front after the weeks of absence; or perhaps they had seated themselves while the drink was being fetched. Thank heavens luckily enough the woman was facing the right way. (Once when we had been similarly caught out the poor lady needed to reverse positions at the table in order to avoid the direct line.) At a guess even a dozen kilograms had been slowly added over the course of the three or four years, little by little making the lady his own. Five or certainly six years ago the chap had still been with his first wife. At the earliest the pair had appeared at Wadi perhaps 2015.