I woke up with the kind of hangover I haven’t had in ages. My phone was ringing under my pillow. It was my downstairs neighbour, Nelly. ‘Are we going to the park to make snowmen?’ she asked, in her gorgeous French accent. ‘What?’ I said. My head hurt.
Snowmen and Facebook Funerals
Snowmen and Facebook Funerals
Snowmen and Facebook Funerals
I woke up with the kind of hangover I haven’t had in ages. My phone was ringing under my pillow. It was my downstairs neighbour, Nelly. ‘Are we going to the park to make snowmen?’ she asked, in her gorgeous French accent. ‘What?’ I said. My head hurt.