With a trowel
I got a phone call the other day. It was the cheery chirpy wee lass who is apparently my psychiatrist. I like her. She’s honest and bright and of course she’s a great listener. This was bad news for her … Continue reading →
I got a phone call the other day. It was the cheery chirpy wee lass who is apparently my psychiatrist. I like her. She’s honest and bright and of course she’s a great listener. This was bad news for her … Continue reading →