So my Dad has been travelling since the begining of the year, but y'all probably know that. He's been writing some tales of his adventures, and here's the latest installment.
It's a tale of being on a small Nicaraguan island, and meeting a local. It's a good short story.
In other news, it's hot-ish today. And seemingly hotter in my new upstairs room (still unpacked). I figure what's the point if ya got no shelves to put the stuff on? Ikea tomorrow morning I think.
1 comment:
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Dam find some old shit and do it up. They really dont make them like they use to anymore and thats not just a saying bruv. Go to the tip anything but Ikea.
Two cinderblocks and an old board.
Flatpacks are evil evil things.
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