“What do I do?” I remember asking my Dad this question when we were really little and would go along to help him out with his work. Usually, it was a way of being cheeky because we could see he saw us getting in the way or playing around… “Take a look around!” he’d say....
About Me
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.
