Yesterday I was 8 years old, building camps, writing books on newts and certain that I’d grow up to be David Attenborough. Today I still feel about eight, but people have started to call me Madam in the Supermarket. ‘Stop putting your life on ice Madam!’...
Monday 23 May 2011
Thursday February 17th ––Leave me alone!
On and on and on...
The only thing I hate more that repetition is more repetition.
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