Anecdotal thoughts of Jim Aborwhear

Ahhh…the joy of a warm and balmy evening, the sun slowly meandering towards dusk, open windows allowing the gentle breeze to make the net curtains ripple languidly and the sound of birdsong to enter as Blackbird gives his chink-chink calls in the evening the sonorous sounds of, “Jezz, you faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaking wankaaaaaaaaa”, wafting from the main … [Read the full story]