You're in for a rude awakening when you discover that 93% of my posts involve cats, scones, independent bookstores, autumn, the Scottish Highlands, Agatha Christie, and the Oxford comma.
It’s truly not too late to turn back. My advice is to save yourself whilst you can.
A happy hour, but for bakeries.
A happy hour, but for bakeries.
A happy hour, but for bakeries.
A happy hour, but for bakeries.
More "Falling madly in love whilst exploring libraries, museums, and bookstores in Prague on a snowy day" culture.
More "Falling madly in love whilst exploring libraries, museums, and bookstores in Prague on a snowy day" culture.
Or am I just a selfish bastard?
Or am I just a selfish bastard?