Via mobile phone

It’s stopped doing that Andy Warhol thing it did with Doris. The reason Dylan is looking so intent is that there’s half a slice of Bakewell tart on my plate on the floor.

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2 Responses to Via mobile phone

  1. makemeadiva says:

    Who nicked my skirting?

  2. Stephen Foster says:

    That crib is not actually our front room, it’s an annexe of Dylan’s kennel.

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