Delinquent pink
Where the ivy’s been cut in the back garden, these pink roses have flourished like mad.
Before George and I watched the Germany v Portugal game, we made some brownies.
“Dad,” he asked. “Did you bake when you were a delinquent?”
There was a pause.
“No, not delinquent. What’s the word? Adolescent.”
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