A television producer returns from LA to his roots in the North of England. There he marries a Californian (who's still getting used to the cold) and fathers his fifth child at the age of 57.
Showing posts with label Etch A Sketch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Etch A Sketch. Show all posts
Sunday, February 3, 2013
RIP Mr Etch-A-Sketch
Boots the new puppy has now added chairs to his diet. The one I’m sitting on has scores of little teeth marks down the leg.
Jo says it improves them because they now look old and worn. She says everything looks better with a little wear and tear, including me.
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Izzy,
Joanna,
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Newcastle United,
Toy Story
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