Christmas was a very quiet affair, just husband, myself and the parents celebrating, nothing out the ordinary except a little bit of shoplifting with my Dad on Christmas Eve. In our defense, we didn’t realise that we had committed a crime until we got home. In short my Dad put three croissants into the bakeryContinue reading “The Great Bakery Heist”
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