Irene and Prague
Irene loves Prague. We ate out last night facing the astronomical clock after having walked down the Charles Bridge. We had had a decadent day of good meals, lots of shopping, lots of art. “That was a good day,” she sighed with happiness. The last time she was this happy was after she discovered the Olde Sweete Shoppe on High Street, Oxford. She was so astounded by their huge variety that she could barely speak. “Mum,” she said, “Mum, Mum. It’s like Willy Wonka’s Factory.”
She has been going down to the liqueur chocolate store every hour. Finally we said, “No Irene, it is too late.” She, “That is what chocolate is for. Choco Late.” And dimpled winsomely, as if that would get her her way.