The Brontë Parsonage stands stoic atop the windswept Yorkshire moors, its grey stones weathered by time and sorrow.
Oh goody 💙 My poor old eyes sometimes...
I thought you had an audio button, Moonpie ? Is it oK if I call you things like that? Just some kinda fondness.
Absolutely you may call me that! It’s actually my cat’s name 🐈⬛, she is an alien that got left behind…I’m sure of it. And I thought so too! I will double check, thank you for the second eyes, you are amazing!
Oh goody 💙 My poor old eyes sometimes...
I thought you had an audio button, Moonpie ? Is it oK if I call you things like that? Just some kinda fondness.
Absolutely you may call me that! It’s actually my cat’s name 🐈⬛, she is an alien that got left behind…I’m sure of it. And I thought so too! I will double check, thank you for the second eyes, you are amazing!