I know, I know
that in the post below I have done exactly what I said I wouldn't do, but that was purely for demonstration purposes.
I didn't go to Glastonbury, but I do know Arthur.
I am a city girl smothered by a vacuum packed, frieze dried, ready-made life on loan. Why can't it be freshly picked, hand made, jam-packed and juicy? Don't disinfect me - there's nothing wrong with a bit of dirt.
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