Do you remember that absurd plot device in "Dallas" when Bobby emerged from the shower, having dreamt the entire previous series? What an insult to the intelligence of you humans.
Anyway, Cheryl wasn't up the spout after all and Groida didn't have his knackers whipped of in Vectis. I'm glad to get that out of the way. We are all a happy crew here in the tin mine, like the Waltons but with more limbs.
If any of you cynics out there think I am devoid of a conscience, let me tell you about the charitable "Ambrose C P Mantis Food Bank" scheme. If you are able to donate any cans of fruit, the Almighty will smile upon you. No corned beef, pilchards or that nauseating Polish garbage which masquerades as ham, thank you.
Auntie Pamela has started her first batch of Xmas puds. She spent the best part of Sunday morning trying to winkle jammed pound coins out of trolleys at Padstow Morrisons but to no avail. If you able to help out with festive moolah, the old gal will be made up. Actually £50 notes would be better as they don't affect the overall flavour. Or pledge your house at unclelucasinapinny.con.
I must get the harmonium seen to. This morning I was limbering up with a brisk arrangement of "Edelweiss" when the display panel lit up like a 747, followed by an embarrassing "unauthorised launch". The missile was last seen heading in the direction of Belgium.
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