The prompt this week from 100WCGU was the phrase
‘There’s a real buzz about this place.’
“You’ll like it here,” said Matron, “there’s so much for residents to do.”
I hated it; bingo seemed such a moronic pastime, bridge brought out the worst in people, and there’s something frankly distasteful about women dancing breast to breast with other similarly endowed women.
And then Frank enlisted me, for a project he was working on in the cellar. Just a bit of needlework, here and there; I’ve always been a fine seamstress.
Matron wasn’t pleased.
“Mr Enstein,” she thundered, “you’ll have to leave.”
That was monstrously unfair.
I miss Frank.
Things were really buzzing when he was around.