This year lack of forward-planning and money meant we were holidaying in the UK, near Hexham. As it turns out this was a fine choice and meant that even those of us who left our passport in the pocket of our trousers in the wash could come too. Also, being pessimists, we weren’t disappointed by […]
This magical May
I’d rule the world, if I could remember where I put the instructions
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 […]