So who did it then?

My grandfather was a sailor he"d travell the seven seas all his life and come back steeped in stories and bad tattoes,as a kid he was my favourite person in the world,hes been to every corner of the

‘welcome, please note, my face is greeting.’

I let the long yellow light in through my window because the world is getting darker. Yerp, not the chirpiest poem!

“Gina Roman’s office, Gina speaking,” answered the sweet voice on the other end of the receiver. It was early, and Gina was quite alert and energetic.

The boy with the flashing shoes hand in hand with his mum is beating us and our engine and I hate myself for thinking that dress in the window of Selfridges dress with the price tag like a stabbing ha