Captain Midnight here, your long-suffering domestic correspondent.
We called in on one of Himself’s old friends to discover this enormous bouncy thing in the living room. 148 more words
Captain Midnight here nursing a hangover.
Well, nursing Himself actually. He’s the one who’s hanging.
We’ve had a bit of a weekend in Bonny Utrecht among the Scots and the Nederlanders: three days of drinking and feasting as the two halves of Herself’s family got together to celebrate something or other (they don’t seem to need much excuse). 218 more words