I'm leaving on a jet plane
...ok, it's not so much a Jet-plane as the East Midlands railway, eventually getting to rural Wales. From tomorrow Mr Bjohan and I are going off to live as wood-land people do for a month or so, we'll probably frolik about naked in the sunshine, eat what mother nature provides, become children of the soil...and we'll have no electricity.
So this means that not only can I not read you all, I'll also miss the ever-crucial bad wig updates until the end of June or early July.
And to be fair, Gunless is set in 1895. But I do like that picture for any decade.
Bye Bye!
So this means that not only can I not read you all, I'll also miss the ever-crucial bad wig updates until the end of June or early July.
And to be fair, Gunless is set in 1895. But I do like that picture for any decade.
Bye Bye!