I invited frieda for breakfast in the square and was delighted when she said yes.
we spent hours discussing feet (a subject close to my heart) at some point in order to illustrate another point she removed her boots and socks, leaving them lying on the flagstones.
A sudden breeze caught her socks and sent them skittering away like nothing more than knitted tumbleweed.
A french lawyer let down her hair at a nearby table shook her head and then dazzled the sun.
Frieda then informed me that she was in fact a multi-millionairess with houses around the world and an island in the Seychelles.
'Why say you are a pediatrist'.I ask.
'I just love feet Jannie'. She replies.