The shun is signing, yuppies are going ‘Pip, pip!’, the chickets are creeping, turds are burping in the cheese, crogs are froaking, creetles are bawling and peet swittens are kurring.
One of said crogs is throaking in my froat. I have that %$^%#$%^!!! cold/flu thing back again. Oh well – some spoons of honey and it is much better.
NE weigh, thisshere is just to say what the portraits above convey for the onest of the munf, and May you have a good one!
*Er, I mean, . . . – – – . . . or S O S. Er, no that’s not quite right. M’aidez? No.