Oh for pete's sake
Robinia where did you get that octopus PVC from so quickly... it's uncanny...
Hello possums and welcome home
jno. I want to see a baby whale too. (Did you get any picture?)
Psst, biddies, jno has "a completely different job all of my own" - you don't suppose...? / Speaking of gentlemen, jno, I like the saying that "he was every other inch a gentleman".
Me supervisor - I'm honoured,
Robinia, but I may have to decline -
it's too exhausting. But yes I'll make one final effort:
Vinny:
Don't do that! (Staying away like that.) I worry! Dog got your nose, cat got your tongue, I thought perhaps Burts got your finger. "???" I hear them say. Well there's a deli on my street and they sell Burts
hand fried, Bloody Mary flavour (!) potato chips made in Roborough, Devon, and it says on the back of the bag that they've burnt a few fingers along the way. The bag I bought says "Grown in field: Sowley. Fried by: Mike, 25 4 07 11:38" Gee. So now I even get to know which yokel's burnt flesh I'm savouring. Say hello to Mike for me should you meet him, Vinny - see if he's still got all his fingers about him.
Robinia your whistling aliens reminded me of a children's programme when I was a kid,
Humle & Dumle. They lived in Captain Beckdahl's larder... and that show was such a big deal here 'cos nobody could figure out how the trick was done...!!
sing your heart out lennox
Bye for now. And no more plaster caster nostalgia with << her next door,
Vinny.