Dora
It was a Sunday like any other in the land of Yolkfolk.
The children were playing football….jumpers as goalposts of course.
The hierarchical women making Sunday lunch.
Whilst the characters we have all come to love and cherish were all standing round listening to Grand Dizzy.
There he stood upon his soap box, preaching of times once had and stories of old...
The children were playing football….jumpers as goalposts of course.
The hierarchical women making Sunday lunch.
Whilst the characters we have all come to love and cherish were all standing round listening to Grand Dizzy.
There he stood upon his soap box, preaching of times once had and stories of old...
