Isn’t it just. Just the other day I waited forlornly under the canopy of a Lebanese restaurant on Westbourne Grove, shielding my roll-up from the rain I was avoiding. Heading there again it seems.
Any road, the smack of newly released fresh air afterwards will be worth it.
Isn’t it just. Just the other day I waited forlornly under the canopy of a Lebanese restaurant on Westbourne Grove, shielding my roll-up from the rain I was avoiding. Heading there again it seems.
Any road, the smack of newly released fresh air afterwards will be worth it.