A merry poem from the archive about summer’s sunny kisses. Vintage postcard image courtesy of Postcard Diva.
The sweaty gym clothes yelled in the tog bag, m8t$er f%$*er could the day get any worse? But in the Zara and Topshop bags, short summer dresses from the 50% off rack just giggled at the hope of seeing sun. The backpack lugging the laptop for an evening of more work simply sighed. Weary wouldContinue reading “Trapped Items”