Last Day of Eight

A quickie on her way to her Dad's for the weekend

This is her birthday Eve shot

Butter wouldn't melt

Neither will we with that bloody front door open in the middle of winter

" Do you live in a barn? "
" Do you pay the heating bills? "
And all other manner of phrases that I could utter to her in exactly the same manner as my Mum used to say to me

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Back blipped, up to my eyes in revision, training and dating dirty rock gods. * I will catch up with all your journals when I come out of the other side....

*At least two of those things are factually correct