I walked through a park, bursts of hand-clapping kept exploding behind me. I finally identified a Tourette-ey man bobbing around in a suit, face clenched in concentration, his clapping was interspersed with lamp-post-tapping and tree-kissing.
I made straight for the big fig tree, clipped off a few of it's new sappy leaves and stuffed them down the front of my vest so that the figgy scent could waft around me for the rest of the day.
Birthday Loot 2025.
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As I anticipate my chicken curry and lemon bars, I’ll mention some of the
gifts that have come my way. There was a group of movies, for some reason
all Asi...
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