You know that feeling when you’re sixteen and being dropped off at school, along with a bunch of your friends, before true daylight with luggage at your feet because you are leaving with your chorus on a 12-day tour of Southern Italy? No, Bossy doesn’t either. But Bossy’s daughter does.
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Bossy doesn’t remember what it was, but this dessert was delicious.
This is Bossy’s view when emerging from the train station each morning.