/

Lost in France.

My late husband always turned his nose up when I mentioned Paris, refusing to take me on the romantic holiday I had always dreamed about. He described Paris as too busy and over-rated. I, however,…

/

Poem – Fluffy Bird

this nonsense has been so absurd remember the yellow fluffy bird the one that led a merry dance and then for two months went to France. the hatter stuck his stick in the ground and…