Is it just me or has everybody else got tons of darting pains around their deeply inset smouldering Irish eyes of love?
I blame the snow.
Em, looking at a monitor hurts. So let me have a swift twenty-seven mugs of tea and a root through the unpublished vaults and see if I can throw something at you. Something that will stick, ideally.
Eyes that gleam with love my dear
Could light the skies above