Cephalopod Coffeehouse Review (nearly)


Finished reading the book I'd like to share rather early this morning and have not written a review today for which I do apologise. Will be joining the party tomorrow/later today (depending on when this apology is read.)
Meanwhile please do enjoy Dog's well groomed smile :-)

Comments

Trisha said…
Remind me to stop back when you have your review up! :)
1 March 2014 at 01:16
The Armchair Squid said…
Looking forward to it!
1 March 2014 at 01:44
Lisa Southard said…
Thank you for your patience folks :-)
1 March 2014 at 09:42
Andrew Leon said…
I have no problem settling for a dog :)
1 March 2014 at 22:49
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