Yesterday, I negated the aimless and unhelpful ponderings I awoke with by indulging in spring cleaning the dining area of la maison de Strachan. I’m going to avoid the obvious gag the spring cleaning entailed me sitting on the Axminster removing excess oil from the springs of my motorbike. Firstly, I haven’t got a motorbike, Additionally, if I had I wouldn’t be stupid... Continue Reading →