I've been attempting, with dubious success, to slip unnoticed into next year. This is my son, dramatically reenacting me creeping about in my disguise. I think we both need creeping lessons.
Who is that handsome lad? Wh-what? Your son, you say? I might have thought him Hercule Poirot's love child were it not for the lock of hair that dared stray and the slightly rumpled, slept-in look of his mystery-solving attire.
Who is that handsome lad? Wh-what? Your son, you say? I might have thought him Hercule Poirot's love child were it not for the lock of hair that dared stray and the slightly rumpled, slept-in look of his mystery-solving attire.
ReplyDeleteTruly, Poirot wouldn't stoop to be seen in such a state.
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