Wednesday, 12 March 2025

haircut now feeling the cold

 








I'll shave later

Met a lady in the chip shop, such true love she has for her man

very impressed by her

I said I'd bring her Shamrock tomorrow if I can get up and down the Hill

I told her to trawl through my rubbish

Pure chance I met her, on impulse had fish and chips


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