The combined forces of bean soup and a wobbly piling system have left me with no choice but to retreat into my headspace.
She's still looking good, folks! Yes, I am talking about Oprah Winfrey and her gratitude journal. Are you wondering what sudden rush of blood to the head brought this on? I can see at least one of my favourite cousins making a face already. Well , back in the day when media was not quite so... Continue Reading →