When she retired, I thought I’d treat my wife to her dream holiday, travelling along Route 66.
By the end of the second week she’d stopped speaking to me, but I didn’t mind, I’d become quite friendly with Iqbal the bus conductor.
When she retired, I thought I’d treat my wife to her dream holiday, travelling along Route 66.
By the end of the second week she’d stopped speaking to me, but I didn’t mind, I’d become quite friendly with Iqbal the bus conductor.