But first...
Dulltown, UK: Today's thought is that the only people who are looking forward to the world climate disaster are, of course, the very rich people, and the journalists.
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Hey up, dear reader!
Here's a nice postcard for you.
Have you noticed that sometimes I say 'postcard', and sometimes I say 'post card'?
Both are correct, apparently.
Yes, a very simple collage on bright card using clippings from some awful free magazine that comes through my letterbox.
'That's a very nice looking cat, that you have...'
'You think so'?
'Oh yes, a lovely cat'!
'Hm...'
'What his name'?
'It's a girl cat...'
'Oh, I see... A girl cat... What's her name'?
'She's called Sheep-Sheep.'
'Really?... Sheep-Sheep'?
'Yes, what about it'?
'How did she come by that name'?
'Come by'?
'Yes, or did she come with that name already'?
'Why are you asking all these questions about our cat'?
'Just making conversation, I suppose.'
'She told us, that that was her name.'
'I see... She's a talking cat...'
'Yes, what about it'?
'A bit unusual, I suppose... I do like her...'
'I suppose you like her eyes! Everyone says that.'
'Do they'?
'Yes, but don't you think her mouth is a bit, mean-looking, though? That is also what people say.'
'Yes, yes, I can see why they would...'
'No, no, no! Stop it!... Don't go to stroke her - she'll snap, and have your hand off'!
'Oh... Alright... So the cat is called, Sheep-Sheep, then'?
'Yes... Sheep-Sheep, the cat... Would you like a hot beverage?...'
'What time is it?... Alright...'
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