Karl lager feldspar and mama

mother stormed into the scullery  banging and slamming cupboard doors …we were hiding in the shoe corridor it was the same auld routine every time Karl lager field came to stay , for although mother was Over it …she still had some issues …Fathers lasagne never helped for as we in the fashion industry knew Karl couldn’t resist traditional irish lasagne ( celery)

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Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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