“When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.”
I’d like to change the poem and say “Now that I’m an old woman I shall wear a purple robe with red slippers, which doesn’t go…”
Last night was our Christmas party, and my friends decorated my tree, as they do every year.
Drinks were drunk, eatables were eaten, and resolutions were resolved. A good time.