Ouch.
At one point the Kangaroo brings chocolate strudel — which the doctor bans. It’s the thought that counts I suppose …but I bloody well wanted that strudel.
Tag Archives: The Kangaroo
Snowflakes that stay
After two days of skiing, it’s easier to name the parts of me that don’t hurt. My fingers. My forearms. My neck.
An unsettlingly big place 