The events below happened to a friend of mine this weekend. It really wasn’t me. I was with my Dad. I have witnesses. Mr. Salter – so called because of his proclivity to spill red wine and try to avoid staining with copious amounts of salt – reports the following sequence of events: Snogged two […]
Having your dad and his wife come round to stay at your flat can be a mixed affair when you’re a grown up. I’m actually enjoying it this time – we’ve had no major arguments in the first five days. First off, I had to get up with a stonking four day bank holiday weekend
It would be tempting to think that having your roof fixed by a burly bunch of roofers at great expense would be a bad thing. Not so, if one is prepared to look for the silver lining of the cloud that will hopefully not be pouring water into your bedroom any longer. It might turn
