. . . he’s our brother . . . . . and look at him now!
Back in 2005 our kids were quietly acquiring wisdom and knowledge (and singing and dancing skills) from an impeccable source – me – when they received a setback: A weekend visit from the Brauer at 10 Windsor Avenue. Old Pete visited. Luckily with Terry. The bribery started immediately: It took effect: Precariously, reluctantly, ominously (more […]
Terry, the good wife: Brauer left a bottle of Jagermeister here. Tom and his mates found it. Luckily only quarter-full. And we all know Jagermeister! Here it is, honestly labelled: ————————————– Background: My wife, the good wife and the culprit: