The story resumes.
I am on the offensive with a raised syringe, Norman Bates style, questioning a woman in white.
And finishes with a wardrobe malfunction.
Just how many people does it take to diagnose my rash? And are any of them doctors? […]
Have you ever wondered what happens in historic neighborhoods? Well, they make crazy an art form. […]
The balcony of my new house looks out over a long side garden, shaggy with neglect but blooming with memories. […]
“I must chew on some wires to show my disapproval.” […]