There are now two little handfuls cluttering up the place. It’s hell on earth in here. Don’t even mention that stinky mutt and that dandruffy oaf that turns up here now and then between parties and mud-slinging in the gallery.…
What a Week
Trying to juggle a bladder that only holds a teaspoonful with sprog’s tantrums and ‘im indoors pacing and muttering some incomprehensible gibberish about cheese and wine really takes it out of you. He’s been like a bear with a sore…
