Over the weekend, I walked out into what appeared to be a murder scene, but the kid with the laptop wasn't talking.
This, of course, is just our oldest son napping, blocking out the light with a pillow, as I often do.
Over the weekend, I walked out into what appeared to be a murder scene, but the kid with the laptop wasn't talking.
This, of course, is just our oldest son napping, blocking out the light with a pillow, as I often do.
Cadfael was left to do everything alone, but he had in his time laboured under far hotter suns than this, and was doggedly determined not to let his domain run wild, whether the outside world fell into chaos or no.
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