Trimming the bush of life…
ORANGE FOOD MY DEAR LADIES AND OCCASIONAL GENTLEMAN? You may well ask.
They have an awful lot of orange food in PORTO.
Yours Putoffidly
Celia
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And Bran? 😀 Perhaps it helps one digest the orange food.
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Dear Lady, I do believe the port aided the digestion 🙂
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