For the record, I’m sure the fact that the other half of Lennon’s torso isn’t protruding from underneath the arm of that bear merely reveals a penchant for awkward cuddling positions.
Camping is on the list of things everyone else tells me I need to do. That, tropical vacations, and any number of sports de jour. No, I really don’t. What I need to do is write a novel or two, get a black belt in Jiu Jitsu, and drive from one end of England to the other in a V12 Aston Martin stopping only for castle ruins. In that order.
So for real, the next person to tell me “I know what you need” had better be reading th’ blog.
Ja.