Fringes

How times have changed for the long in tooth. Mondays in my childhood were wash days with the copper boiler and the wringer being instrumental in keeping women of most ages rooted to the kitchen sink.( Yes I am that old).
Today was Monday, where was I? Out gadding about with the Merry Widows having a lingering coffee in the Black Ivy with the fringed lampshades. So lingering was it that we witnessed both the resident breakfasters and the early lunchers.
We had serious discussions about how many bottles of wine would be required for our jolly to Northumberland at the end of next week and the best eateries to grace once there. The washing can wait.