if it didn’t move…
today, I ate it… I can hardly move tonight. It sort of snuck up on me: I just kept choosing things at Taste of London,…
today, I ate it… I can hardly move tonight. It sort of snuck up on me: I just kept choosing things at Taste of London,…
Why the silence, you ask? I shall explain. Since I last put virtual pen to paper for my blog, I have: bought a lacrosse stick…
Isn’t it funny how each day has a sort of karma of its own, an immutable flavor that you can’t alter, that really has nothing…