CUE FOR A SONG
Morning Special Order Placers. If there's a version of Flaneuring that involves languishing in the finest resturants instead of parading about outdoors, then I was doing it yesterday. Was quite, quite the most indulgent eight hours I can remember. Not showing off, this is a confession. Really.
My relationship with mini-cab AddiLee drivers is at an all time low. Note to self: Please do some work.