There I was with my feet on their table when she said, they’re coming back now.I said, them? She said, oh, them, you know and all their relatives.Where will they all sit, I asked nervously as their chairs were full of boxes of paper for printing my new ebook on.Except you don’t print e books, do you? That’s the whole point.
She told me they always brought their folding chairs. from the garden And food?I queried anxiously.Don’t worry it’s a Fasting Day today.There you are, that is a good day to ask people round as if Catholic they can only drink tea and eat bread and if Jewish they can’t have anything at all so it’s economical.That seems very selfish, I replied.Well, they’re always eating and are obese already.I see, how disgusting I told her thoughtlessly, as she was about 4 stone overweight by her own reckoning.
Well, there it is.Take it or leave it.The religious and their traditions could fill a book! As if………………The Bible!They’re very sensitive to criticism so I usually use witticisms instead.Very nice, too.
There were ten full green bottles and they’re all empty.Their owner will be hopping mad.It’s like their mother’s milk.Except she had no bottles built in.And cigarettes, what are they? I guess Irigay says it’s the end of the rule of the phallic domain and that oral sex is a relapse into preverbal tonguing and inchoate irreplaceable longings.I don’t find their antics over there bemusing at all but they’re a source of laughter when the cat is asleep on my keyboard.
How my heart sings 