25 May 2013


Sinbad once posted 'english country garden', presumably to wind me up.

Jury's still out on that boy.

Pottering around San Luca today, Sam at my heels, the stinging slave memories rearing up from every bush and branch, I found myself humming the evocative Rafferty song.

Keeping the flame alive is the best revenge.

I haven't even met the blackguards who'll first partner my babies into matrimony, and explode
"Say whut! Yer old man was such a frogging wimp he couldn't even keep safe his most precious possessions six feet from his own bedside, under his own roof?"      

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