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“Do bears shit in the woods?”
The words hung in the air like a bad smell.

Take-away

The names used within this piece are purely fictional and any baring on myself and my gorgeous lady wife of whom I have the utmost respect, admiration and love are purely coincidental.

The Little Drummer Boy And The Case Of The Missing Chicken

So back in September I wrote a tweet calling out the genius account that someone at KFC’s marketing department had set up

The Window

It was always “tomorrow”. In fact, tomorrow would mark 99 yesterdays; each one a little fonder yet a little sadder than the last.

You say tomato

Mary-Anne looked at the Union Jack hanging limply outside the window. “Vase,” she replied stoney-faced, “with an “ay”.”