My Diary: The Yacht’s In Trouble

I climbed out of the tree house lavatory holding my tummy.‭ ‬It took three trips to town to fully reconcile all the differences between the various clans who purportedly live in sundry items of flat pack furniture in our bedroom.‭ ‬After swimming forty lengths in a cup of tea I went to join the congregation where little Emily kindly gave me a bottle for her portrait.

The Yacht's In Trouble

The Yacht’s In Trouble

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