Friday 10 April 2009

The Hayfever sisters.

Apologies if you've waiting for the next message in a bottle to wash up and they've all been empty. As you can see, I've had my own problems to contend with. I managed to exorcise the nun, largely with bad langauge and threatening behaviour of a sexual nature, only to find my beach clogged up with what I took to be promotional girls from a garden centre. On closer inspection, they proved to be younger (mercifully) relatives of the laundry women who were polluting my cove in an earlier posting. I tried to chivvy them away, but only succeeding in getting myself involved in a very odd variation of the foxtrot. They proved to be accomodating young ladies, and I have now discovered the true provenance of "Come Dancing"