Mrs Whipple ran a boarding house for retired circus and music hall stars.
She would listen intently to their stories as she served their breakfasts,
and would sway from side to side as they sang their songs at supper time.
Sometimes, when she swept the floor she would find an old sequin glinting on
the scullery tiles,
and Mrs Whipple would become misty-eyed and sigh longingly to herself.
This is another one of my collages that I'm possibly going to make into giclee prints, hope you like her.
Wishing you a very happy Sunday me dears.