My kind son visited me yesterday bringing, as always, a mixed bunch of flowers from the florist - an incongruous mix of types and colours. I thanked him, put them in a vase, and have since separated them into a number of smaller vases. Why are
florists' mixed bunches so horrid?
Soop's warm and welcoming kitchen for kindly folk.
Should women have equal pay and opportunities?
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic