From Scotland and happily divorced. I'm not in my second childhood. I'm in my third......
I was just thinking that the branch he’s about to land on looks slippery with moss. Oops.
1967. A comment on the then current smog?
No need to clap. It wasn’t that great a shot. The target was big enough.
The charge of the very light brigade.
Breakfast calls. And the percolator is bubbling nicely.
He’s going to squirrel that dream away for another day.
Tortie feels all wet now.
And, you don’t want to know where the bow is.
Blown out of the water.
Good lad for coming to his rescue. A true hero.
Well if the shoebox fits.
I was just thinking that the branch he’s about to land on looks slippery with moss. Oops.