Drink Me
"It was all very well to say “Drink me,” but the wise little Alice was not going to do that in a hurry. “No, I’ll look first,” she said, “and see whether it’s marked ‘poison’ or not.” So, she chose a drink called "Happy Place". No, not Alice, me. I caved to the stress, and needed some support, specifically in the form of hops. And a Bloody. After one cancelled viewing of our freshly listed home because, and I quote, "It is not in the area we want" (color me undesirable!) and an almost instantaneous request for another, I was a bit unnerved. It is difficult enough putting an old friend out for public scrutiny, and quite another for the first response to be a snobbish put down. Redemption was found in the lovely couple, that, not even through the front door, deemed my love to be quite the beautiful home. Yes, yes she is. Warts and all. A home filled with love, and warmth, and wonderful memories, and, quite thank you, in the perfect area. My heart is breaking at l