Occasionally I like to get wheeled around in my pram, to take in the fresh air. Now that the weather is getting cold, of course, I need to wraqp up nice and warm. I like to think this is the kind of thing a Russian queen would have worn:
Uncle Fintan visited from Ireland. He made Mum and Dad sit up all night drinking wine and they had sore heads in the morning. Clearly he's a danger to himself and those around him.
Friday, 26 October 2007
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