It snowed again yesterday, and an idyllic stroll around this beautiful town of Stamford ensued. The Hound taught Mr Ferrari how to use his pasta machine and a supper of rabbit ravioli was consumed.
By this morning he had had enough, and boarded a flight to warmer climes, evidently he will return in time for presents.
Eucalyptus defrosts nicely, begonias not so much.
Vagabond chic (wearing all the clothes you own at once) is all the rage.
The morning always comes too soon, before I even close my eyes.
It is snowing again.
All i do each night is pray.
Take That is playing as I write this, can you tell?
I'm so cold and all alone.
Customers that bring me chocolate are my favourite sort of customer.
I just haven't met you yet.......the radio has moved on to Mr Buble.