A narrowboats journey through repair, cruising, and other joys of the english waterways.
Kate Saffin came past and I noticed her rather stiff centre line had a face on the end:
here it is with hair:
and a moustache:
Kate left before any further progress could be made.
posted by MortimerBones at
1:03 PM
Standing on the roof, with the wind in my hair, gulls cry I sigh, living it up here. The rain meanders along, soaking me to the bone, and ah, as I stand there... no longer alone.
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2 Comments:
It looks a bit rude to me!
Echoes of Blackadder methinks....
It has been a disorientating time for you, hasn't it?
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