My husband looks like Andrea Bochelli. They are both Italian. He's got the same wavy, salt and pepper hair, the same scruffy beard, the same suit -wait - not the suit. I've only seen my husband in a suit once: at our wedding. And maybe his grandmother's funeral. Then there's the small issue that DH can't sing. But he can see. So there are subtle differences, but the resemblance is a bit uncanny, don't you think?
Wow. I'm peering into this old blog and can see a few cobwebs and spiders
lurking. Time to blow them off, shoo them out and get writing again.
To my delight...