Tag: friday fictioneer
Matthew hated Sunday worship more than he hated cleaning his moss and Matthew hated cleaning his moss.
See the problem with being frozen in time is that even when you want to call out, you can’t. According to the newspaper I saw being read yesterday in front of the shop, it’s now 2013. 57 long, lonely years since my wedding day and not once have I complained about this whole “being frozen […]
Have you ever had that thing where you drive to the supermarket or the shopping mall, park your car in a bay, get out, lock it and look around for some sort of sign or landmark by which to remember quickly and easily the location of said car? It always seems like such a good […]