Goodness! Where had that been skulking all year?
Goodness! Where had that been skulking all year?
There are a thousand stories in the city... 😉
I read a Fred Vargas short story the other week involving a bloke who sat on the pavement opposite Commissaire Adamsberg’s window. But he sat not on the flagstones but in an armchair and under a standard lamp that he had also brought with him. He lacked only this tree. Yes, a thousand stories …