She needs someone to make her a cup of tea and gently stroke her brow and bring her pleasing literature and snacks, doesn't she. Oh, no, sorry, that's me.
I have a heart of gold and a wrong sense of humour. I live with my moustachioed lover, Ian, and our baby daughter Esme, both of whom own real lederhosen. I often go back to old posts and rewrite bits of them. Sorry about that.
4 comments:
that is a very british-looking child.
I loves her and wants to smooch her little cheeks!
(ok, that was an inside thought?)
She needs someone to make her a cup of tea and gently stroke her brow and bring her pleasing literature and snacks, doesn't she. Oh, no, sorry, that's me.
Esme: my sentiments, exactly.
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