I'm wise to all their antics.
I'm wise to all their antics.
You should compile an anthology.
That's not something I anticipate doing.
Then I shall just sit here anthill you do!
... and I shall just sit here formicating.
That would be quite uncomfortable, I imagine.
Yes, formicating will often result in an anticlimax.
There would be so many of them, it must be an orgy?
Only for the hooched-up westgrand!!
It's no picnic.
A walk in the park sounds infinitely preferable.
Quite right, westgrand, but it would be infinitely BORING!
Depends on who accompanies one on the walk, or who one meets in the park...
A lark in the park sounds so much better.
Flying as high as your kite...
Or, flying as high as you can.............on that hooch!
I'd fly to the moon, but I prefer somewhere with a little more atmosphere.
As a getaway, the views up there are stunning, but the service is non-existent......
And the food is very light..........
...and if anyone's been on diet, they get instant results when they weigh themselves.
I've noticed in recent years that bathroom scales and mirrors now attempt to deceive. Liars, all of them...
Yes, everytime I look in the mirror, I can see my father looking back at me. I must get a lock put on the bathroom door.
It's either that or you have wandered into Harry Potter's mirror of ERISED....I wondred what happened to that mirror!!!
"it does not do to dwell on dreams, and forget to live..."
That mirror is kept under lock and key in the remotest region of 144world.
Which means it's in a locker, in the remotest region of Platforms 9 & 10, King's Cross Station, London
Drat! I'll have to move it again.
I've done it already. It's now kept under lock and key in the remotest region of westgrandboulevardworld.
That's easy for you to say.
Well, it just slipped off my tongue.
And broke? Oh boy, if it did that's 7 years bad luck.
Magic mirrors and superstition can bring good luck, as well as bad.
If it breaks, I won't be shattered.
Hardly, westgrand. You're a survivor like the rest of us!
Survivors only exist following dramatic episodes, such as accidents or prolonged illness.
Otherwise, in the normal course of things, we're either alive - or we ain't.
We'd best make the most of life. We're not coming out of it alive
Now, where's that mirror......
Well, why not? I use it everywhere else.....
Everywhere?
Elbows, knees, heels, for a start, then hands - after that, it seems to migrate......
I used it in 17 places; Shepherds Bush was only one.
I gave up running around looking for lost lambs years ago. Most of them turned out to be crooks.
Most of them turned out to be delicious.
Agreed, roast lamb is a tup favourite, in all wethers....
You really know how to ram home a point. They said I mutton tell you, but I can re-veal I'm going to lunch now.
Chickening out, again.....
Started with horse d'oeuvres, of course.
"I know an old lady who swallowed a horse.
She's dead. Of course...."
Don't you think it's time you came in out of the heat?
You're probably right. This rotisserie just can't take my weight.
It was the apple in your mouth that was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
I got my just deserts in the end.
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