There's a new mystery that has unfurled itself like a big white fluffy main sail on the Mayfair bound for the new world.
Nothing to do with custard or cous cous.
The elephant seems to have migrated to the treatment plant and he may have taken his friend the giraffe. How he got there I don’t know as I didn’t think elephants were migratory and how would he fly anyway, was he African or an Indian elephant. Perhaps he's related to dumbo. But hang on a minute aren’t you suppose to fly south for the winter, the treatment plant is north of here and its blowing out of the north therefore the elephant has got a head wind. I wounder if he's got an African or European swallow as a flying companion and whether they were unladend as the elephant must have been carrying the giraffe because we all know giraffes cant fly.
There are a lot of questions that need answering, not to mention who's the secret service agent and is the giraffe the president and if so does that make the elephant air force one.
Who knows, these questions are stickier than that custard and more deep and meaningful than cous cous. I bet your all pleased that this so relevant and not just a load of incoherent and unimaginably boring stuff that other people tend to write.
Also done one pack of fillets and moved some decking in for boiler fuel.
Monday, August 27, 2007
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