Do you believe in love at first sight? I do, and it happens, it happens to me, but funny thing, it's never the woman of my dreams and it never lasts.
I was late for Florence's party and I was all by myself. Everybody had got well stuck in, it was one of those parties.
I wandered into the kitchen and found a bottle of white wine and a glass. The doorbell rang, perhaps there was a woman for me.
There she stood with a suitcase, just the sort of woman I wanted, but about forty years older than me.
“Hello!” she said, “I've come to stay with my granddaughter Florence, may I come in?”
“Oh, yes!” I stammered, thinking perhaps that she had arrived a couple of days too early.
She walked in, I noticed Florence at the bottom of a heap of bodies, I said nothing, but I think that she saw Florence and said nothing.
“I usually stay in the bedroom at the top of the house.”
I took her suitcase and followed her up the stairs. I had no idea that the house was so big, I didn't count the staircases, I concentrated on what was immediately in front of me.
She turned the key on the inside of the door, I don't know why, and put her hat on a peg. I put her suitcase on a small table and she unpacked her things into the wardrobe.
I discovered that I still held the bottle of wine and a glass, one glass. She was quite happy to share the bottle and the glass with me.
I sat on the bed and she told me embarrassing stories about Florence as a child and embarrassing stories about her late husband. I asked her if she wanted to go and join the party downstairs.
“Interesting party going on down there.” she said, “We didn't do that when I was young. But, no, it's not for me, besides I've got you to play with.”