Telling tales from around the world
There are so many times when I wish for a knish, smeared with mustard, so hot the potato burns the roof of my mouth, but I can’t wait for it to cool down before I take another bite so I burn it again.
I miss New York…
Yeah, yeah, I keep promising to be better, but it just doesn't happen... I seem to have been so busy with my ever expanding business, which is primarily managing other people's social media, I've truly neglected my own. And it's just easier to post on Facebook, though strangely, it's not as personal as posting here. I will endeavour to be better. And make the time to post here, cos I'm never going to just have the time. 
Titirangi Storyteller
