They eat scones in the afternoons. Not scones (which rhyme with stones) like I do, but scones. Probably with yoghurt. Which they pronounce yog urt, instead of yo gurt. It's far from that I was raised.
So I'm wide awake, fretting slightly about what to wear for an afternoon littered with social beartraps. I shouldn't worry, really. He's not. He's lying beside me, dozing fitfully, farting batterburger and chips.
And it's far from that he was raised.
So I'm wide awake, fretting slightly about what to wear for an afternoon littered with social beartraps. I shouldn't worry, really. He's not. He's lying beside me, dozing fitfully, farting batterburger and chips.
And it's far from that he was raised.
