Crete < London
I’m less likely to step on a sea urchin and get a spike in my foot in Crete than trip over a dead neigbour and get a syringe in my eye in London.
This week Charlie decided, after hearing several goats at close range, that the disturbing thing about goats is how human they sound: “Almost exactly like people moaning about being trapped in a goat’s body without using actual words, in fact.”