I fell out with linen a year or so ago, having caught sight of myself in a dress that looked like a dishrag after half an hour of wear, and was scratching my neck and armpits. I couldn't wait to get home and take it off. I envy those who can wear it and not look too crumpled. There must be a secret.
Gooseberry crop has disappeared
AIBU To Be So Annoyed at the Stupidity of This
Father's Day Sunday — nobody makes cards for this type of dad
