A large Hoegaarden And the heady scent of love: Springtime’s perfect balm. Advertisements
I haven’t been about for a bit, after WordPress went funny on me. They fixed the problem, thank you WordPress, however it has given me a small break to ponder other things. Sadly I don’t seem to remember what I … Continue reading
He clutches his dog tight Skateboard in hand, unaware He has been poemed.