(It comes from reading so many books about WWII Resistance and the S.O.E - but more on that later).
It's just sometimes you don't so much 'overhear' things, as have them thrust upon you. . .
I was recently in a Hospital Waiting Room...waiting for The Husband.(Sometimes known as BB, but am currently auditioning different titles for him).
- I seem to start a lot of posts with Hospital Waiting Rooms. Anyway....
There I was, minding my own business, deep in the pages of my current book about WWII when in came a couple (a man and a woman) who were really rather pleased with themselves.
Lots of hair-flicking and teeth flashing and effortlessly shabby-chic clothing.
