It wasn't me this time
Tue Nov 13, 2012 7:43 am
I got home from the pub about midnight Sunday.
The wife was sat in the armchair, crying her eyes out in the dark.
I could see that some heartless
had upset her, but I knew it wasn't me.
The wife was sat in the armchair, crying her eyes out in the dark.
I could see that some heartless
had upset her, but I knew it wasn't me. Spoiler: