First day of it actually being cold and I'm already sick of winter, which is still a little under a month away.
First day of it actually being cold and I'm already sick of winter, which is still a little under a month away.
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.
It's so cold in Glasgow that I've been wearing 2 pairs of socks and a sweater underneath my robe, even with the central heating on. Stupid victorian houses are terrible for retaining heat.
Who's Captain Jack?
Good evening everyone. Late day for me. I had a lot of paperwork to catch up on after the holiday. I should have taken care of more of it beforehand.
That seems to be the gist of it. He was saying that he believes he was supposed to have been born a girl, and wants to fix the mistake.
He's seventeen, soon to be eighteen.