Pretty much like any other on-line home, really. Lots of stuff lying around, and joyously none of it laundry.
(or 'How The English Language Was 'Written Off By Me')
Just when you think things can't get any verse...
South Gloucester Ford Capri Owners club, the story of The Flying Tiger, and other tales for those with an interest in what's left of her 1,886,646 sisters.
If A Picture Can Paint A Thousand Words...
...you'd think they could redecorate my kitchen too. Various snaps of me and mine
A useful and/or interesting assortment of sites that were just lying around...
That's my boys
Dan, aged fourteen months and one week, and Harry, aged just five days old in October '89. Accident-prone Harry is dreaming about future trips to casualty, and Dan is grinning because he's just found someone to cause more chaos with. Mum is smiling because she's no idea what she's let herself in for...