Wednesday, 13 January 2016

The cruellest month: another view

'All right, I admit it, it's not my usual line of hum.'
'Say it again, Pooh.'
'April is the cruellest month
breeding hunny out of the dead jars.'
'Does hunny breed?'
'No idea. I'm only what Tigger calls an end-process-user.'
'Oh, he's not starting up again. I had the shock of my life when I saw that whacking great flip-chart by the stream.'
'He's found something called power-point now.'
'Good grief, what's that?'
'Must be when you prod someone and growl.'
'So what does he make of your breeding hunny?'
'Haven't told him yet. Owl says it sounds just the ticket. A paradigm of the desolation which clutches the contemporary soul with icy skeletal fingers, he reckons.'
'I thought we'd agreed not to encourage him.'
'Oh. Yes. Sorry.'

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