FECK OFF, LYNDA (and Usha and Kirsty and Alan and Lily and Susan and…)
Uncle Tom Archer and all?
No more horrors now until Boxing Day.
Aye, but having rehearsals for the Passion postponed until after the performance of the Nativity, a goodly portion of next week will also be this lazy, disjointed SWing-by-numbers.
… AND THE WEE FECKING LLAMA. Sheesh!
Mia is under 50lbs, then. I always knew a vegan diet was not adequate.