'Piglet.'
'Hmm?'
'Me and Eeyore met that rambler Mr Beckett too, just today.'
'Eeyore and I.'
'No, no, me and Eeyore. We called for you but you were out.'
'What I meant was...well, did you have a nice chat?'
'Not really, he was distracted.'
'Was he?'
'Climbed to the top of a tree, looked out, gave a mirthless laugh, climbed down, climbed to the top of the next one, looked out, gave a mirthless laugh, climbed down.'
'He does mirthless really well, though, doesn't he?'
'Oh, born to it. Wholly sans le chucklage, Owl says.'
'So what was troubling him?'
'Hard to tell at first. Talking in riddles he was. Out of the blue he ups and says "They give birth astride a grave." Well, of course, Eeyore had been catching up with Call The Midwife on his tv, using that...oh, what do you call it?'
'i-Pliers.'
'i-Pliers, exactly, so he was able to tell Mr Beckett that wasn't quite how it goes.'
'How does it go?'
'Well, they give birth astride a rather rumpled but not unpresentable bed in an upstairs room in Poplar.'
'Everyone? The same room?'
'Oh, human beings, Piglet. Creatures of habit.'
'So did that settle him down?'
'Not really. He said that the light gleams an instant and it's night once more.'
'Well he should get up earlier.'
'That's what I said...nearly said...but he started turning his sandwiches round and round and doing another bit of mirthlessness. Well, I say, bit...industrial strength, actually.'
'The only way to treat Branston pickle.'
'No, no, turned out someone had stolen one of his sandwiches. One end of the paper was in tatters.'
'No idea who, I suppose.'
'Could be that Camillia Long. She's still hiding out round here, apparently. That's why he was climbing the trees, I think.'
'To zap her with mirthlessness?'
'No, he'd been in touch with a policeman, who told him to stay put and he'd come and investigate. Looking out for him, I imagine.'
'Ah...waiting for Plodot.'
'You had to say that.'
'Irresistible.'
'Hmm?'
'Me and Eeyore met that rambler Mr Beckett too, just today.'
'Eeyore and I.'
'No, no, me and Eeyore. We called for you but you were out.'
'What I meant was...well, did you have a nice chat?'
'Not really, he was distracted.'
'Was he?'
'Climbed to the top of a tree, looked out, gave a mirthless laugh, climbed down, climbed to the top of the next one, looked out, gave a mirthless laugh, climbed down.'
'He does mirthless really well, though, doesn't he?'
'Oh, born to it. Wholly sans le chucklage, Owl says.'
'So what was troubling him?'
'Hard to tell at first. Talking in riddles he was. Out of the blue he ups and says "They give birth astride a grave." Well, of course, Eeyore had been catching up with Call The Midwife on his tv, using that...oh, what do you call it?'
'i-Pliers.'
'i-Pliers, exactly, so he was able to tell Mr Beckett that wasn't quite how it goes.'
'How does it go?'
'Well, they give birth astride a rather rumpled but not unpresentable bed in an upstairs room in Poplar.'
'Everyone? The same room?'
'Oh, human beings, Piglet. Creatures of habit.'
'So did that settle him down?'
'Not really. He said that the light gleams an instant and it's night once more.'
'Well he should get up earlier.'
'That's what I said...nearly said...but he started turning his sandwiches round and round and doing another bit of mirthlessness. Well, I say, bit...industrial strength, actually.'
'The only way to treat Branston pickle.'
'No, no, turned out someone had stolen one of his sandwiches. One end of the paper was in tatters.'
'No idea who, I suppose.'
'Could be that Camillia Long. She's still hiding out round here, apparently. That's why he was climbing the trees, I think.'
'To zap her with mirthlessness?'
'No, he'd been in touch with a policeman, who told him to stay put and he'd come and investigate. Looking out for him, I imagine.'
'Ah...waiting for Plodot.'
'You had to say that.'
'Irresistible.'
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