As I wrote my previous entry, a boy in the year below picked up my ukulele and started to play it. I told him to put it down and he said ‘Alright! There’s no need to cry, little missy!’
As I wrote my previous entry, a boy in the year below picked up my ukulele and started to play it. I told him to put it down and he said ‘Alright! There’s no need to cry, little missy!’