Seated on a small chair lifting a small cup of tea to wash down one his two creamy fruit tea scone, he turns looks at me smiling and then with concern he says “Dad how come you don’t have a bun?”. I smile and inform him that they were not…
Seated on a small chair lifting a small cup of tea to wash down one his two creamy fruit tea scone, he turns looks at me smiling and then with concern he says “Dad how come you don’t have a bun?”. I smile and inform him that they were not…