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Ah yes, "talking of beautiful young men...."
In Betty's one of the waiters was an exquisite child of no more than 14 or 15 I would say; straight and supple and blond and perfect of feature, he seemed to carry himself like a ballet dancer -calm, poised, never ruffled. I could not stop watching him.
Indeed, I could almost have wished to be Oscar Wilde.
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Good to see that the "longing" never leaves us, no matter the age, Judith!
Hmmm. Now, of course, I shall have to pay a visit on my next trip over to Harrogate in search of the golden boy for myself, and I doubt I'll be the only one. In fact I suspect Bettys should be paying you royalties, Judith. Or perhaps you could try negotiating a discount with them for your readers.
(Incidentally, I always thought it was Bettys with no possessive apostrophe because there were two Bettys involved, and imagined them as the Aunts from Arsenic & Old Lace. But I expect you are correct and it was more a matter of them making the logo easier to reproduce than of correct punctuation.)
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