He'll Be Thinking Twice

He's down to three lives and unless he wants another drowning I don't think Thomas will be stealing my laser pen anytime soon. Damn giraffes.

Stress As Yet Unfelt

I'm hearing that privateers have taken control of the communication network and I'm trying to rally together a band of eager do gooders to free my monthly soil publication from their hideous clutches. We need urgency comrades, edges could be getting creased as I write these words. Stay in touch, Ewan. Peace xxx

I've Got The Bunge

I couldn't possibly eat another meal.

I'm Sick Of All This

Can someone please explain to me how they get the jam into those doughnuts?  I've tried it with custard, ice cream, apples, you name it but every attempt I undertake brings me nothing but confusion and grief.  I'm starting to think that this endeavor is beyond my capacity.  Sigh.

Now I Know

Beatrice has just spilled the beans, and they have gone EVERYWHERE!

It's All Too Much

Duncan has ruined the trifle and won't refrain from beating on the Laird.

It's Too Cold

I'm very upset and do not care for horseradish preservatives.

Finally Found The Hoe

The sun, the moon, the stars and all their rainbows.  There are just too many things on my lick list and not enough time.