While you were away...

The collection agency called. They requested the courtesy of a return call, a cheque for $23,755.82, an apology to the owners of the car, and your guts for garters.

i'm fairly certain that was just me mum. she's been at the shoe polish again; caught 'er skating down the high on two blocks of overripe stinking bishop on me way back from pub last night. didn't like being slung in the mail pouch. quite a temper, etc. she'd chewed 'er way out by the time we got home. and now 'er AND 'er mobile are missing. more calls to come, i'm afraid.

Shame......

That was a nice mail pouch too.

sweet linskey won't miss his other leg methinks. we'll 'ave a new mail pouch stitched up in a jiffy.

and the protein did 'er good. all that drivel 'bout beer being a "perfect food"!

Nice of ya to put up a strong front like that..... make like everything's just fine and dandy. Wouldn't want to disturb the children what with stern looks and worried furrowed brows and all that.

Someone should stand up and offer to buy you a pint for your troubles!

I would gladly do it myself but what with all the shortages going on and payments due and what not.... I'm a little light on cash myself.

Mind if I wait around with you and if some generous soul happens by maybe we can both tip a glass?