Top response. *laughing*. Looked back and found the picture you’ve posted of yourself. You really are a dead ringer for Hugh Grant. Oh hang on that IS Hugh Grant.

Must help with the florist bill: no floral lapel required when meeting strangers; perhaps a little tedious at parties though ‘Anyone ever told you…?’

Mixed blessing? Au contraire. All items delicious and cooked to perfection.

Chumpy

LD, that’s without a doubt one of the top 5 funniest things you’ve ever written!

And as to Mr. Grant: my likeness to him (real or imagined) is strictly superficial. Whenever people stop me on the street and ask me whether I am Hugh Grant, I have to tell them: “Do I look like I’m the kind of person who would cheat on Elizabeth Hurley?!!”

Just digesting your heavenly smorgasbord of an archive. Being a reflective/ contemplative type (chopped liver and piece on egg donation attracting most thought so far) Im still mulling.

As I house labour away removing food matter and God-knows-what from various floors, walls etc there’s just one morsel sticking in my teeth. One little wafer thin mint of indigestible incongruity.

Too sated to pick back through the bones, I might have read it wrong or be recollecting incorrectly. Did you just write all THAT yet allude to some kind of inspiration from Hugh Grant?

If so please explain…..I can see the allure of foppishness. Is it the propriety? He comes across as having a certain humility and gentleness. The tics? But thats all there is. He’s always the same in his movies. And infidelity is surely a cardinal sin.

Chumpy

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