It was a very special occasion. Not the very special occasion – that was to come on the following day – but a sort of prelude to it; an hors d’oeuvre, if you like. But a rather nasty little hors d’oeuvre, and I stood gazing glumly into the back of Lady Ariela’s truck, seeing, ( as one was once wont to write, but which seems now to have gone out of fashion ) … viz:– Sundry empty plastic water bottles, possibly six in number, and of varying size; an intriguing assortment of sweet wrappers, mostly... Sign in to see full entry.