Bittersweet at times as she goes out with her friends a lot, I have to check that she hasn’t made plans with friends at the weekend before I make family plans (!), she roams the streets of our neighbourhood on her bike, makes her own breakfast (and sometimes mine) talks about boys...
I’ll happily prove it to anyone who has doubts. But to achieve this requires spending a lot of money on equipment and a well-pressed record made with high-quality vinyl. For the overwhelming majority of casual listeners there’s only downsides if sound quality is what you actually care abo...
but it wasn’t in America so no one cares. Anyway, Victor suggested a pet anteater might stem the coming invasion so I went on the net and stumbled onthis “I’ve got a sick anteater” forum