The snow's returned, a bitter, yet strangely fluffy, testament to the brassosteroidal overkill winter does over here.::
Rehearsal in ten minutes and a dinner queue worse than a conga line of anacondas - it's a pasta night tonight. Sigh, for want of 39 hour days. Well, here goes....
Don't worry about the picture, eye candy from last spring.
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