O ! Just when I was sure that
Vinny had finally gone senile and was
lost on the moor... unable to find his way back home to the biddies... it turns out he's been
rubbing shoulders with the cr�me de la cr�me all along.
Oh don't worry about where to live,
Neti, you can
all come stay with me! I've got plenty of room! (Not.) And if my place won't suffice, why then you can all live in that little old lift you and your husband saw last summer while in Stockholm, remember? The one by the water that was built in 1907 to be used by dock workers but which now serves as studio to a famous painter and singer -
remember? It's the tiniest studio ever, but very cute, don't you think, and close to where I live, so we can all have afternoon tea at your place, and
Chas can have meatballs from McDonalds -
it's true - and
Woofy's lads can both
have a drink. And your cats
Neti could have some of that fermented Baltic herring with their tea?
the one about the hippy and the nun
(Al-Ikea, he he he...)