When everything suddenly becomes clear, we get right back to the start to only find what's at the beginning and how it would favorably end.
But by the time we realise it so clearly, it's probably finished like a bad movie ending that leaves not just a bad taste in the mouth, but a really bitter after-taste.
A Rapsani and Alexander (both Greek) sits on the rack in the office and I could not find the right balance of time to have them served, primarily cos I couldn't find the best time to do so, but critically cos there's no one to sit and enjoy them with.
They were good recommendations, and I told myself that true faithfuls should get a whimsp of it, rather than some mono-thinking crank-shaft.
I can't believe I'm actually blogging, really, cos 4 days of gruelling shoot ended in the most unexpected serving: like ordering a complete value meal and realising I haven't reached the fastfood counter.
When everything suddenly becomes clear, we get right back to the start to only find what's at the beginning and how it would favorably end.
