05-05-2022, 11:42 AM
(02-05-2022, 04:36 PM)Duncan Grimmond Wrote: OK, who was it? I was grubbing dandelions in the side entrance when I heard a poop, poop, looked out down the village street to see a black Seven going poop, poop every hundred yards or so... I only caught the HS**** of the number plate. I waved but no response.
Markington, heading East at approx 16.05 today
Was Toad about?
`Glorious, stirring sight!' murmured Toad, never offering to move. `The poetry of motion! The REAL way to travel! The ONLY way to travel! Here to-day--in next week to-morrow! Villages skipped, towns and cities jumped--always somebody else's horizon! O bliss! O poop-poop! O my! O my!'
Under stress, pick up this book and you'll be calm within seconds....