a man and his marrow, what with frosts and fogs and frogs and whatknot
i have been forced to harvest my last oh so tender fruits, marrow and smattering of pomme d’oro
summer she be gawn! welcome king winter x
gourd-on is a moron… loved this song when i was a teenager… transpires tis john shuttleworth….
ha, fetching, in a frou frou sparkle kinda way! was once sherbaileys but nowadays is usually worn by me when i’m on the door at festies
its a delight when you can raid your daughters wardrobe for snazz natty clobber! x
Jess: Oh I miss you merry baggggsss!!!