What is it? That thing. The important thing, that I have to do today, before it’s too late. A writing thing, or… I know. An email. That’s it. I’ll have sent myself a message. I do that sometimes when it’s vital The Thing doesn’t slip the net. Because I know I read all of the […]
What do you do with your underwear?
No not mine, everyone else’s. The male people in this house each have a pair of buttocks. Aged variously seven, fifteen, seventeen and fifty, the bums also range in size. Therefore, each arse owns a selection of pants. At either end of the derrière spectrum it’s very easy to tell whose is whose, it’s the […]
