Wednesday 29 October 2008

Gnome

'Er what writes the books has scarpered.  Scarpered off to York for two days.  No doubt 'er will be telling you all about it, but you might remind 'er I can't see a thing for blooming leaves.  Frost I don't
mind.  Stone gnomes are tough stuff.  But them leaves is a nuisance.  Tell 'er  her
can compost 'em.  I don't mind if 'er collects 'em and builds a copy of the eye-full
tower with 'em, so long as she gets 'em off me and me snail.  

And me snail just sneezed.  He's got a sycamore leaf up his nose.

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