by Colin Devonshire – colin@dark-novels.com “Hi, Mr Perkins, your father is in his room.” “Is he okay? No dramas?” “He is fine.” “Thanks, I’ll go and see him. Oh, my son is in the garden with one of your carers. Can you show him the way to his grandad’s room when he’s ready?” “Of course.Continue reading “Serve It With Floss”
