My lady read again one mail of two, those
she tries to answer. Bored, she deeply sighs
and say to herself “how on earth can people
think anyone would be able to answer this?”
She leaves it – goes to kitchen, cook her dinner.
And after dinner, back at her computer
she write “I’ve just had my Sunday dinner,
now I’m ready for a nice little nap. It’s a
sunny day, so after I want to take a walk.
Tonight there’ll be an English crime series
on TV. Well – and tomorrow it’s Monday,
new week again! I wish the best for you,
take care … “. And then she so gloomy sighs
again: a wordless prayer in empty rooms and
eager desire for love and excitement! She
goes to bed for late afternoon nap. But first
Youtube rewards her efforts giving her a
young and hot Bruce Willis singing “Under
the Boardwalk”. Humming “that’s where
I will be” and in her dreams embraced,
my lady flees the scene.