
Having lived in France for eight years – himself eighteen – and not doing much but reclaim the garden from nature – brambles, thistles stinging nettles and random bushes, hand digging trenches wearing waders, across fields in pouring rain to…
“You make my pants want to get up and dance You make my face want to grin. You make my knees want kneel down, say please Honey won’t you kiss me again.” From Him. Even now at the wrong…
Not staying long……but ya know how it is……grueling week of heat with sweat, blood, tears and relentless work <cough> in the new bathroom….topped off with a firewater or two. What happens then? No – it won’t be trip to the…