‘Man has no natural predator’, I muse, sullenly, as the sound of children singing rings through my open windows at mid-afternoon.
Sweating profusely, drat! It’s just too warm to shut them! The weather…
‘Man has no natural predator’, I muse, sullenly, as the sound of children singing rings through my open windows at mid-afternoon.
Sweating profusely, drat! It’s just too warm to shut them! The weather…