A first. Blogging twice in one day. More photos of the sunset at Hergest Ridge. Suspect as an antidote to the indescribable cruelty learning disabled people were subjected to at Winterbourne (and elsewhere). The sheep in colour this time. Because it’s all about sheep at the end of the day.
This is a bit of a saucy one, so be warned…. Richy Rich and I were coming back from London on a very busy bus, one Sunday morning. We were both listening to music on headphones and chilling out, when the bus stopped at Shepherd’s Bush. Richy leant across to me and said in a very, very loud voice; “Have you ever had a shepherd in your bush, dear?” Continue reading
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