Oh, Right · 26 June 2001
This new optimism may of course stem from this whole moving-to-France business; and the envelope from herself that came in the mail today – one of those stripey unbleached envelopes that say Par Avion – stuffed with snapshots of the place in which we’ll live: the house, the terrace, the garden, the hammock.
Peter Mayle can suck my dick.
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