Nothing works around here, especially me.

Tuesday, 27 September 1994 Dear S, I thought I’d write a letter, the weather here at the moment recalls my mind to Old Blighty, and I thought I should post off this Cleo to you. I know you wont have your birthday present yet, and you must be getting toey as to whether it will come at all, or if it even exists, so I … Continue reading Nothing works around here, especially me.