I like being warm but she hates it and she had arrived first so we sat in the draught.
I was late because my new bike light wouldn't switch off so I had to wrestle the whole lighting apparatus off the bike and hide it, blinking on, in my pocket.
At the end of our meal the battery was exhausted so I had to push the bike home.
The Curse of the Diaeresis. - As I said here, Mary Norris of the New Yorker “has consistently irritated me with her stubborn insistence on every bit of peevery that has encrusted the ma...
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