Early spring, 1971. Greece. An island. A ferry. An interminable trip that seemed to go on… and on…
Hi again, FF aficionados! My favourite weekly
rag newspaper continues to provide the Grammar Cop with abominations galore!
Don’t drink anything while you read the ending, unless you’re wearing a bib! 😁
Join my cousins and myself for a truly entertaining evening.
FF followers, the Grammar Cop has been SO busy this past while! Here’s a little sampling of the infractions she found.
How time flies! In 1969, I had one child.