Tired Old Tales for Tuesdays
status viatoris – being ‘on the way’/being in a state of pilgrimage
A friend commented the other day on the number of male admirers I was attracting in the village. And do you know what? She has a point.
It therefore begs the question; why oh why am I still single?
So let us for a moment consider all my options, and then perhaps you can help me choose between them.
Admirer A gives me flowers from his garden and declares that I am the air that he breathes and his ‘fiore di Primavera’. He enjoys walks with his dog, digging for potatoes, and chain-smoking. Admirer A is married and very much the wrong side of sixty.
Admirer B is tall and rather handsome. Apparently he likes me very very very much, or so he tells me every time we meet on the street; in broken Italian, because Admirer B…
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