Vera’s sister, her daughter and family.
When we got to the restaurant,
Vera kept saying what?
What?
I asked her if she had her, hearing aid in,
she replied it was in her handbag.
So I announced to everyone
if you want to speak to Vera,
you are going to have to talk to her handbag.
(12 November 2007)
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