“We’ll take care of him,” I say, with more hope than expectation. Meet Steve.
The holiday’s over and the clouds are gathering; dealing with the Relocation Blues
“You won’t blog about this, will you?’ asks My Lawyer.
Reader; I blogged.
Maybe she’s born with it. Maybe it’s THE BLOOD OF HER INFANT CHILD. Welcome to Amsterdam
It’s our pilot episode, although even if it’s shit, we have to film the series
Moving out of your family home doesn’t have to be sad. Does it?
Would-be letting agents are insulting me and our school is parading all that we shall miss. It is possible that I’m taking it all a bit personally.