N is for Love
N is really for Norway, but I moved there for love.
Reader, I married him.
Saturday, 7 April 2012
Saturday snapshot: bring it on 1975.
Check out my mother's awesome massive silver space ring. Plus the great boots.
Poor monkey. He pretty much had a rubbish job.
Poor me. All I wanted was a longer dress.
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