Becoming a chef and owning his own bistro was something Alfredo had always dreamt of. What he lacked in experience… Read more Alfredo’s Bistro
They both heard the buzzer.
He thought it was her turn.
She, in turn, thought it was his.
It was her turn to wash up, of that he was sure.
There had been concerns raised and questions asked when this year’s Annual Convention for the Follicly Challenged was to be held in mid-July at Camber Sands.
Quarantine? Ha! Don’t make me laugh. I’ve been locked down since 1987, it’s nothing new to me. I’ve seen it… Read more Edith