'My god! It's the most beautiful woman in the world,' he said, walking toward me arms outstretched, with stains down the front of his green/blue shirt and a cigarette between two fingers.
'Maybe you haven't met very many women?' I put my helmet on.
'I have, I've met several,' he replied, and disappeared into the Clifton Hill pub.
But it's true!
ReplyDeleteI love your blog Kel. So happy to see you here.
Plus, this is my first ever comment on a blog. How you've changed me.
xBrea