Warning!

"When I am old woman I shall wear purple
With a red that doesn't go and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit".

Cartao-postal que encontrei em Londres. Faz menos de uma semana que deixei a capital londrina. Ainda eh cedo para sentir saudades?!