Posting on the fly again but I will try not to make any spelling errors for you scrawny little typo-hawks to peck at. I just got back in town, in time to go to work at Stage Nine. There is a 64% chance I will be bored at work so come and visit me.
When my grandmother passed away last winter she left a big old house in the middle of nowhere (Gaspereau Forks, New Brunswick, to be precise). I expect I will be living there one day. Probably sooner rather than later.
I invite you to stand in front of the house, as I did, and turn in a slow circle–
That little red shed by the driveway contains a 1960 Vauxhall Envoy that hasn’t been driven in 35 years. It has fewer than 40,000 miles on it. I’ve got to learn me some mechanics.