Last week in Wellington, after Milton doused his red wine stains with water, and cleaned the wound on his elbow, he took this picture of me and my brother. This is the kind of sympathy (and shame) you can expect from members of the Morris family.
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June 16, 2007
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That is a great photo.
Posted by: Brando | June 19, 2007 at 05:48 PM
We're a great family - sort of.
Posted by: pjkm | June 20, 2007 at 12:26 AM