Wouldn’t it be nice to have every summer off…
As I walked my daughter in the pushchair to the park today, in glorious sunshine, I suddenly realised the last time I hadn’t worked a summer was 1988.
It does not matter which way you go…
Wouldn’t it be nice to have every summer off…
As I walked my daughter in the pushchair to the park today, in glorious sunshine, I suddenly realised the last time I hadn’t worked a summer was 1988.
Going Which Way 