Money, money, money

I have a story to tell.

I have a story to tell.

Battered and bruised

Don’t give up on me.

On a train to work on a rainy, dark, Monday morning.

A month without the OddFamily makes the OddFather something something

An overdue catch up

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the Walrus.

Is there a baby here yet?

Ok, so I disappeared.