How are your borderlines?

Ambling down the road outside the hotel, having a last fag before bedtime, and I see legs. There‚Äôs a bloke standing behind those overhanging bushes. Swivel on my heel, natural as can be, because my intention, obviously, was to walk precisely that far then march smartly back to the hotel. Contemplating the fact that I … Continue reading How are your borderlines?