Sunday, February 25, 2018

Sunday Night with Mummy

Mummy and I are sitting in the living room. She is reading a book of Tang poetry so that we can come up with some ideas. She reads me a poem that she had memorised since she was a student, acting out the words with her hands.


She starts giggling immediately after and says that this poem always makes her laugh, "Who does he think he is, man!"

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