What I’ve got in my head you can’t buy, steal or borrow...but you can read it online.
Musings on music, fashion, art, film, theatre and life.
It happens... I recall as a child walking along a dry pavement with my mother, whilst it was raining on the pavement on the other side. Freeky though isn't it!
Weird times.When I lived in Trinidad, my grandma lived in a valley, and you could hear the rain coming and the trick was whether you could race it home.(most of the time I got home soaked)
I love stuff like this :) x
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