Fingers crossed. Will Cindy creep into my bed again?
Tony’s Dad, I don’t remember his name, packed us all in his car, and took us to a pub for dinner. It was only about a mile and a half away, but a bit far to walk with Ryan. Typical pub food; steak, salad, and chips, sausages, and chips, fish and chips, etc. Probably not the best for you, too much fat, but bloody tasty. When we got home, we put Ryan in the spare bed in my room again and...Read On