It’s yours.






It’s yours.


































That’s the divine Heather, being contemplated in the scene above.








I mean to say, there is something about their personality that paralyses the vocal cords and reduces the contents of the brain to cauliflower.
P. G. Wodehouse, Right-Ho, Jeeves!
Yes, it’s more Downton Domination.






But fortunately steel is a lot stronger.











