The pimpin’ cake was a surprise from Annapuma. I didn’t suspect anything, even as she took cake tins from the kitchen (in front of me) and then left the house to do ‘errands’ (exact words.)
It’s the not so big Two Zero, I've come to the end of my 2nd decade on Earth – thought I might do a blog. From here it’s a slippery slope to thirty and an estranged computing ability. Probably should insert a disclaimer here …denying any responsibility for my own thoughts- only if they cause offence: [disclaimer].