On Thursday mornings I go over to my local day centre for elderly Asians where there is a yoga class in the lounge before the serious telly-watching gets under way, we do lots of corpse posing and we're supposed to be breathing but I keep getting distracted by the smell of chapati-making in the adjacent kitchen.
It must do some good because I always come away feeling very chirpy and want to tap away on my laptop, trouble is, in an attempt to smarten up before yesterday's interview I shaved the bobbley bits off my coat and nicked my fingers with the razor
taptap ouch taptap ouch
Has everyone already seen this? - love Bill Nighy, bloody Blogger has sliced the edge off though!
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As I said back in 2014, John Berryman is one of my favorite American poets,
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