A Key To Unlock All Fantasies
It was late April and the weather matched our somber mood, dark and overcast with a smattering of rain, we sat in the front room tired and bored, Kerry would have loved to be out in the garden, therapy she calls it, but the weather was too bad and I, well I was tired having just worked six straight days and nights, I had a whole stack of jobs that needed doing but summoning up the enthusiasm let alone the energy was nigh on impossible.We supped another cup of tea and gazed restlessly at the...