It seems that my literary license has been suspended, which I find most disagreeable such as a hot curry the morning after. But I do like my curry's. I have been instructed to use the diary not as a method of putting a smile on peoples faces including mine. As I can ill afford another written warning relating to directives (not really but I'm not in the business of making life hard or uncomfortable for people.) I have little course of action but to comply. This may be a good thing as the giraffe and elephant will have to go Hi Tec, I just don't know how they are going to get on with out hands.
I fell I've just been run over by a big red truck, elephant should learn to drive and use a shovel.
Now for tonight's boiler report.
One ring to rule them all,
One ring to find them,
One ring to bring all and in the darkness bind them,
In the land of Kalangadoo were the shadows lie.
Will the giraffe manage to destroy the one ring of power by flinging it into the fiery depths of the boiler which is not so fiery at this present time. I'd go as far as saying it is stone cold, jees I've known hot water bottles that make more steam than this boiler. Any way how can the giraffe carry the ring on the account he has no hands, it's not like he can slip it on his finger or anything. He's got no dorsal wings or vines to utilize such as swallows. He could put it on a chain and hang it around his neck like Mr Baggins but then how would you get so high to put it over his head and that still leaves the problem of no hands, therefore no fingers. How is he supposed to wield the ring of power with out fingers, he could never put it on and become invisible what good is it. By the way I've picked up some dirt and sawdust and made a bit of steam.
If none of this makes sense join the club or check out previous diary entries.
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