No, apparently I’m Jeff’s very damp twin. Towelette?
Apr20
I’m starting to think Baujahr looks like he should be a set of Russian Nesting Baujahrs, sitting there under Jeff’s arm. You open him up, there’s a smaller, less charred Baujahr. Then another, and another. Until finally there’s a pea-sized Baujahr that’s completely uncooked and still alive!
*tear* It’s a lovely dream though, isn’t it?
