The telephone always rings. The telephone always rings when you are in the bath.Three times it does. Three times I get out. Is that four baths? Never mind. Two of them are people who want the nursery to be open so soon it will have to be so. Perhaps next Friday will be a good day for that. A soul-less woman wants a Passion Flower. That is how it is mostly.
I read somewhere that smoking leads to impotence and premature wrinkling.
I was looking at clothes really because I want a black shirt and a new scarf, both of which I finally end up with and a black T-shirt and two bizarre jackets. It is all black. That is how I wanted it to be and how it is.
There is a very strange waistcoat made of netting that I like but which will not fit me no matter what. That is rather sad, but there it is, nothing much more can be done to change it. But there is a bizarre wrap around black jacket that will work with the scarf like an Arabian table cloth. It all flies. Out of the closet with a cupboard. A large green metal cupboard. Rule the world. Give out tickets. It all flies.