THE STORY OF A FRIENDSHIP CONTINUES
So, the following summer I returned to the retreat and there was Mick. He came running up to me straight off and threw his arms round my neck. "G'day, Sweetheart! How've you been? Did you have a good year?" He was squeezing me so hard, I thought my lungs were going to pop!! "I'm fine, mate. I had a... Sign in to see full entry.