‘Eleven days’ by Natalie Shaw
Eleven days I was on Wikipedia looking for something and I found eleven missing days, imagine. I spent a couple as a man in his early thirties. I had a convertible, I wore sunglasses. I parked wherever I wanted. I had fun like people in adverts have fun, Lynx for example. Then I went back to the stately home we visited and had tea on … Continue reading ‘Eleven days’ by Natalie Shaw
