You can talk to Doris about anything

Dear Doris,

I thought I’d drop you a note as I sit here enjoying a Doris-inspired dinner –a bowl of Bombay Mix– and mourning Lena Horne. Admittedly, I did think Lena had gone to those clouds up in the sky some time ago, but now I know she’s really left us, I feel doubly desolate.  Stormy Weather is one of my favorite songs, something I share with the President who stopped worrying about oil spills, Spain, Portugal, Greece, Ireland, Supreme Court confirmations and bombers for a moment or two to pay tribute to her today. He knows a little something something about stormy weather too of course.

Speaking of desolate, I hope you are learning to live with your local Conservative MP and remain hopeful about what a coalition government might mean for Appleton Marsh and environs. I have now caught up with my friends who were running: Rosie Winterton ( a college pal) was safely returned in Doncaster, Margot James (I know her girlfriend) made it for the Tories in Stourbridge and Caroline Righton (we have enjoyed many a lobster dinner) lost to the Lib Dem incumbent in St Austell and Newquay. Labour held on to Hyndburn where another college pal, Greg Pope, retired to take up a job promoting Catholic education. Even in these trying times, possibly easier than promoting Gordon and co.

Anyhow, can’t type anymore as my fingers are too gritty and I don’t want to get the keyboard clogged. I’ll leave you with some Lena, Blabs.

About Liz Barron

US Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia. Permanent address in Washington DC. Deep roots in Northern Ireland and persistent Belfast accent. Blogger,cook, mother, grandma, Scrabble-player and enthusiastic world traveler.
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One Response to You can talk to Doris about anything

  1. Doris says:

    Dear Blabs,

    As I type, using my right hand, my left is dangling above a finger bowl of Bombay Mix. Segregation of duties is something I learned long ago with BM.

    I share your love of the spicy snack and also the inimitable Lena Horne although I was rather more fond of Shirley Horn who was, if I’m not wrong, laid to rest in your very own Fort Lincoln Cemetery.

    As for my constituency MP, desolate does not come close. The economy of Appleton Marsh is so reliant upon fashion and tea and scones with butter; Jon Underwood understood that, but Neil Parish…? The votes may be in but the jury is still out.

    I was quite surprised how well connected you are, politically-speaking, but no Lib Dems, tut tut. Rosie Winterton’s name cropped up more than once in DBLW when Flo and I formed an unofficial Pensions Think Tank and she was Minister of State for Pensions. Following the Liberal/ Conservative coalition I suspect that Rosie is facing a number of years in the wilderness, or Doncaster as it’s otherwise known. And my my, doesn’t Greg enjoy a challenge! I once brushed shoulders with Greg at the West Country Scything Festival, well, actually I stumbled over Flo’s insulated food bag which she’d placed on the ground while she adjusted the straps on her bra. As it turned out it was more of a shoulder barge; Greg flashed me a look which I’ve never forgotten.

    Half-day closing tomorrow and an opportunity for me to finish the grouting around my sink. I also have some paperwork to catch up on and I plan to write to my new MP about the water level in the Memorial Park duck pond which reminds me, I must remember to clean the filter on the kettle. It’s all go.

    With fond thoughts,


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