My brother is splayed on the couch watching the Euro and says he doesn’t feel like telling me what happened with his bag yet.
My hairdresser recently compared the new Swiss COVID restrictions to the Holocaust. So let's talk.
There was an old man who lived in my village who wore a flannel coat year round, with a faded green cap squashed onto his bald head. He had a thick grey moustache and drove a long-bedded truck.