The Literary Schoolboy is being expelled before he really had a chance to enrol in the lessons I could teach. He stood me up on Saturday.
I did however take advantage of the free time and sat in a café on Darling Harbour, watched the boats sail in and out under Pyrmont Bridge and read the entire March edition of Madison.
I did however take advantage of the free time and sat in a café on Darling Harbour, watched the boats sail in and out under Pyrmont Bridge and read the entire March edition of Madison.
...and I think I've found a house big enough for me to have a playroom.
3 comments:
I have my fingers and toes crossed for a successful leasing. A play room won't that be simply splendid.
Getting stood up, absolutely shitty, what's with these men?
A playroom would indeed be splendid.
Feel free to be bitch here...I won'y tell your Master. Beginners tend to bail at the last minute because the reality scares the sh*t out of them!
You may not tell my Master but he might read it :-)
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