Oh Christmas tree oh Christmas tree how …… oh bugger, I can't remember the next line. I know it's a bit early but the swallows can't be wrong, especially the African swallow. Now if they were European swallows it would be a different story, as we all know their timing can't be relied upon and I can't speak Europeanish swallow anyway.
By all accounts it seems the festive season is almost upon us (if you believe the swallows that is). Spring is in the air and elephant and giraffe are just hanging around looking content, who knows Mr Henky the Christmas poo might even put in an appearance. Mind you I hope the elephant doesn’t have anything to do with Mr Henky other wise we might have a Henky and a half, wouldn't that put the towns water work's under considerable strain. It’s a bit like the economic strain felt by Rodger, Rodger the shrubbier in the days of old when arranging shrubberies was a grand and noble profession and ruffians roamed the streets beating up old ladies that were taking their frustration out on cats. (The cat around here better keep a low profile.)
Well the fog has just moved in so I best use this opportunity to melt away into the shadowy darkness to await the birth of a new day.
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