Yesterday Nikki and I ran into my pal, Paul, who was dashing for a train.
This was his comment:
From John’s descriptions of life with Nikki, I was expecting to see the tail wagging the dog. But what I glimpsed, as I ran for the train, was definitely an old wag tailing a dog.
Oscar Wilde is alive and well and living in Kärrtorp!
It's Bagarmossen actually, my dear boy, Bagarmossen.
SvaraRadera