Third week in December: I am saddened to report that the quality of British Airways' food has dropped dramatically, leaving Virgin Atlantic the clear superior in all aspects of transatlantic travel except the accents of the staff, where British wins by sounding more British.
Coming home to no dog was awfully sad. No little paws, no mad barking.
livredor and
pseudomonas turned up in due course, which was awfully jolly nice. How to describe the pleasure of having several days to spend with one's best friends? P's, you left your paperback here, if you email me your new address I'll post it to you.
Coming home to no dog was awfully sad. No little paws, no mad barking.