After being properly wined and having soothed my mood with grass I practised soul saxophone and forgot momentarily about my failed law practice, feeling like a cross between Rob Lowe in St Elmo's Fire and the oily buff dude from The Lost Boys.The previous post will entice me to look up the difference between the words practice and practise.
Soul, grass, wined.
I always fret when I post messages by proxy.Years beneath the hills in the damp and the dirt had made the creature happy to play at riddle and response.
Fret post proxy