Monday, April 03, 2006

Sic Transit

My jaunty and becoming new haircut has overnight reverted to an Elmer Fudd. Well, it has been six weeks, and I do expect industrial service from all my indulgences, any fule kno four weeks is maintenance, six weeks is rescue.

And no hello clouds hello sky, another leaden morning; I awoke secure in the knowledge of defeat. It is quite cosy back here at the end of my burrow, and no-one shall ever find me if I stay very, very still.

I should Google Fotherington-Thomas, what were those books? I remember mostly because of the family link (ahem) with Ronald Searle.


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