First long journey.

But even then there are oddities about it - my brother earns more than that,
yet received a letter stating he longer had to do a tax return.

He reckons it's because for the last three years they've ended up paying him
money and don't want to do it anymore

 

He should keep doing them, then.

 

Of pixiefest

If spannering gets done.

But we have to have the children's televison conversation in the
kitchen - it's party law.

Sounds good, on the condition no one goes getting any cheap sexual
thrills from it.

I've started them. Now I'm avoiding them again.

 

That would be because he's tired.

He wouldn't listen. Still at least he looks both ways before crossing
the road now.

 

Even the socks.

 

That is inevitable. Apart from the casual stuff that always seems to
occur, Whinging Courier is on for a brake strip (they're all similar
and once you've seen one set come apart yours will be that much less
intimidating) and his back end will be chopped off and re-welded ...

I cannot deny that. It always happens and usually in the kitchen.

Of course not. What do you take us for?

A start's as good as a ... well, as a shifting of dust, I suppose.

 

Sounds pretty sound from here.

 

I need black earplugs though.

 

That'll happen of its own accord, soon enough.

 

Over excitable UKRM members?

 

We don't do excitement.

We just stand here, heads down, in this gloomy corner of a damp field
watching the world go by slowly ...

 

That's a bit harsh.