I called on my nana this evening for some comfort, some time with my family. They picked me up on Leinster Road, looking sodden and forlorn, tripping along in the rain in my stupid raincoat and stupider headphones. "What's up with you?" Nothing, I sighed, just not in a good mood. She had a big pot of curry for dinner, but I didn't eat much. Then we had tea, and biscuits.
I ate them alright.
I ate them alright.
