Wednesday 27th January 2016 - Palm Reading #2

I’ve had a swift U-turn with regards to my love of palm reading.

I whisked my little visitor along to my favourite palm reading man at Temple Street market, and made her sit in the freezing cold. Shivering her little knickers off she was, bless her. Anyway, instead of looking deep into her soul/palms, and telling her what the future holds, he rattled off the same shpiel he gave darling Jayne. Oooooo don’t go to the beach by yourself. Blah blah blah.

Either my friends have a really gloomy future beach-wise, or that little man has just nabbed off with our dollars.

Palms shmalms