Saturday is not yesterday but I' ll begin there
Roaming Billy I made my way slowly up the stairs trying as best as I could to quell the rattling of Tina's breakfast tray, the knifes and forks had taken to dancing the tango with the salt and pepper pots whilst Tina's coffee mug was inturn trying its handel at salsa, round and round the rim of the metallic silver tray, which in no way helped my predicament for the more I stared in concentration. Eyes fixed and hands holding tight with a white knuckled-tremberling grip. My eyes only seemed... Sign in to see full entry.