Rashers and rain
I was sitting here this morning when the memory of a taste flittered across my tongue. It was a sudden taste of well fried rashers. I quite often get these ghost sensations. It could be a smell, a taste or … Continue reading →
I was sitting here this morning when the memory of a taste flittered across my tongue. It was a sudden taste of well fried rashers. I quite often get these ghost sensations. It could be a smell, a taste or … Continue reading →