What Is The Point Of Afternoons?

 

So, anyway. Your goat has a chin and we go to the shops. What is the point of afternoons?

We give away all of the parakeets and use all the string we have left over to make the makeable things that can be made by the thing makers.

Of course, it is not always that green.

Can I keep it?

No-one wears those these days, though, especially not with the spats and the suspender belt. I can't even remember where it is kept, but the purple one is always in the bottom drawer, right next to the inflatable vicar. It is now obvious that someone, at least, does understand how to put the socks next to the spaniel, but they do not seem to have learnt the rule about vests and iguanas.

I do not see how we can go down the road without having to laugh at the incoherent gibberings of the religious folk. I do remember that ritual so well, even though my inner thighs were sore for many days afterward.

At least, nowadays there is no longer a car park available for such practices.