The weather outside is starting to tax my patience. Nothing like a biting wind to make you feel alert and chipper.
I wish I was in Take Out Cat's ancestral home of Crotone, Calabria. It's a downright balmy 12 C there with a breeze coming in off the Ionian Sea.
Crotone, where Colonel Kilgore gets up in the morning and says, "I love the smell of sheep shit in the morning".
I wish I was in Take Out Cat's ancestral home of Crotone, Calabria. It's a downright balmy 12 C there with a breeze coming in off the Ionian Sea.
Crotone, where Colonel Kilgore gets up in the morning and says, "I love the smell of sheep shit in the morning".