The front bell tinkles again, this time with more force than before as a small but rotund woman with a tight blond bun bursts into the room clutching a mobile phone.
Dunbar Jones didn’t go to university. He didn’t have a laptop and actually couldn’t type or even hold a pen due to his large hooves.
He waited in the crowded outer office of a tall glass skyscraper. He stood as there were no chairs suitable for Donkeys. It would have been somewhat inappropriate to rest his rear on a chair,Continue Reading
When you know what your date of death is, what would you do to change it?