Dear Diary – March 23, 2021
Groceries were gotten. Still no English muffins. It’s been weeks. Months. Breakfast is permanently ruined. Woe is me. Woe is my breakfast. Curse you, Brexit….
Groceries were gotten. Still no English muffins. It’s been weeks. Months. Breakfast is permanently ruined. Woe is me. Woe is my breakfast. Curse you, Brexit….