Cycling home tonight, I pulled up at the traffic lights next to Finsbury Square. As I look down a familiar shape catches my eye, it's a mallet and ball. There in the sludge and dirt is a beer cozy that can only belong to one of us, so I picked it up.
If you have lost one and can acurrately describe it, you can have it back.
Cycling home tonight, I pulled up at the traffic lights next to Finsbury Square. As I look down a familiar shape catches my eye, it's a mallet and ball. There in the sludge and dirt is a beer cozy that can only belong to one of us, so I picked it up.
If you have lost one and can acurrately describe it, you can have it back.