1753+1/2 West Berendo To-day
Despite my love of the Mills’, after having blogged about nurses a scant two days ago, I was hoping Kim would go with this story:
…because I’d hate to see another nurse, of whom I love collectively, whose mints on the pillows of the ol’ Hotel du Crazy are always fresh, fall through the cracks of 21 December 1947. That a blarney-smooching nurselet shall hang from a kookootown window, turning herself that particular shade of necrophile grey, is to be forgotten on my watch? Think not, dear reader.