I miss my dogs.I am gutless. A wimp. Since moving to NZ, I have had this re-affirmed even more. Why? Two words for you.Door Salesmen.Those people that ring your doorbell and then don't leave until you promise to give them your blood/marry them/bequeath them with a spare organ. Or buy something. I'm hopeless at saying… Continue reading How to Cope with the pestilence called ‘Sales Reps."
Stories from Oceania
Lani Wendt Young 