I was on the phone talking to one of the contractors I’ve got doing work on the house in the near future. Only I couldn’t hear him.
The noise outside was deafening.
I thought it was supposed to be quiet and peaceful in the country.
The diary of a West Coast transplant to the Bay of Fundy.
I was on the phone talking to one of the contractors I’ve got doing work on the house in the near future. Only I couldn’t hear him.
The noise outside was deafening.
I thought it was supposed to be quiet and peaceful in the country.