Bad man

It happens in an instant, you walk round the corner and bump into a rather attractive lady. In a split second you both mumble apologises and a split second later you both realise you vaguely know each other.

One more split second passes and you realise that you still haven’t phoned her like you promised you would, ten years ago.

Now, if only I could remember her name…

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Long time blogger, Father of Jack, geek of many things, random photographer and writer of nonsense.

Doing my best to find a balance.

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