The Russians like to drink…
This morning was mainly taken up with post processing my photos from the zombie walk that happened the other month.
Here are a couple of the shots:
just as I was about to leave for work. Liza came home.
SHe staggered up the stairs before announcing, “I have just come in from the night time.”
She had been drinking from 8pm and it was now 12:05 the following afternoon. She stunk of fags and booze!