Brilliant sunshine streams down outside and once again the sky is a brilliant blue. A perfect autumn morning for the drive back to Jakar however frosty is the only word that can describe the climate inside the vehicle. Mrs Cranky-pants has already hobbled her way into the car and sits on the right side, a bandaged ankle raised up and stretched out over the full length of the rear seat. Outside stands three sheepish looking chaps, all feeling seedy, one, very red-eyed and bushy-tongued indeed. It was a very long night with very little sleep.
Hello! I'm Kerry
. . . a plan-nothing, have no idea where I'm going travelholic.
A daughter of the gypsies and the wife of a workaholic, I'm forever wondering 'What's over there?' and devising ways to squeeze through the barbed-wire fence of small-business ownership responsibilities and every-day life tangles to discover it.
and this is my book.
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