I can't help the way I feel...why is the the last mile the hardest mile?
A Slender Blonde Hands Me Her Card.......
Hello, There I was milling about Argyle St when a slender and very attractive blonde (dyed) sidled up to me and handed me the above card. What can it all mean? The cynical part of me smells the largest of rats. The part of me who thinks poor Jack was unfairly penalised for trading a cow for some magic beans is intrigued.
On a more realistic level. I'm thinking of becoming a foreigner possibly in The Netherlands. Do any of my ex-pat readers have any good tips for escaping.