Easter on the coast of Normandy avec les amis Frechon at their cottage and being the petulant youth I was (am) spent nearly the whole time reading in the clawfoot bathtub in an attempt to evade pleasantries, family bonding, etc. If only I'd known this was to become a lifelong habit spending 3/4ths of my day submerged in water. Well if it's good enough for Morrissey it's good enough for me.
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