Bulldozia

By bulldozia

Gas Fires

Stepping carefully on the ice, we crossed the canal and marvelled at the sky to the west, and then a man coming towards us marvelled at the cheap bunch of daffodils I was holding.  'Nice flowers!' he said, with a warm touch of sarcasm. 'You must have been a  bad boy last night.'

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