Then Adam called the Tort slow and stupid, flipped her on her back and watched her struggle and gave her a little kick (that makes three), and the Tort slowly crawled from the Cave and the Dog chased after her and chewed her for a while; and from that day to this, Best Beloved, three proper Men...
This thread seems to do better with me not in it.
So, I'm off, see what's happening in a few months time.
I will do the last post of 'The Tort Who walked by Herself' when The Tidgmeister dictates.
All of you who are not very well, sick, depressed, relatives suffering and so on, I really hope...
I have a Weeping Angel and a Pink Panther with a present.
Because I have a plushy Pink Panther as well and he is supposed to be 'the one and only truly original', he has to leave the room whilst the decorations are up. The two are never allowed to see each other.
I've had bad toothache for the last few days.
wifey finally managed to persuade me to go to the dentists.
I lay on the chair and it was going forwards and backwards, rather than up and down, which I thought was a bit unusual.
The dentist said; 'Adam, will you please get out of my filing cabinet.'