Day nine.
Sue brought another dish round. Shepherd's pie. She said "no onion" before I could ask.
I have decided that whatever anybody signs, whenever they sign it, I am naming Sue in the speech.
microblog · @anon_airman_wife · civilian · 20 February 2026, 21:00
Day nine.
Sue brought another dish round. Shepherd's pie. She said "no onion" before I could ask.
I have decided that whatever anybody signs, whenever they sign it, I am naming Sue in the speech.
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