Gladys Fordingbridge would be the aged typical host of your group. She's the sole woman. Her lounge is cluttered with cat hairs and photographs of distant kin. Her poems consist entirely of sub-Pam Ayres cat poems, one of which, entitled 'Naughty Paws', managed to rhyme 'Whiskas' with 'discus'. The https://www.pinterest.nz/BrettMSlater/