It’s the dead of winter. Two feet of snow on the ground. Bitter cold. Howling winds outside. And…as I lay here in My chateau outside Prague, snuggling against this arctic fox blanket, with a roaring fire and an army of servants waiting
It’s the dead of winter. Two feet of snow on the ground. Bitter cold. Howling winds outside. And…as I lay here in My chateau outside Prague, snuggling against this arctic fox blanket, with a roaring fire and an army of servants waiting
