Painkillers and paranoia

Mr K (that's what I call Ian, my husband) suggested we catch up with¬†Glastonbury¬†this weekend. We snuggled down on the sofa to watch, smug in the knowledge that we could at least fast forward when the boring bits were on. The first assault on my ageing eyes was the sight of Jo Whiley looking absolutely... Continue Reading →

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