relaxing breezy sounds of the forest in autumn sir? perhaps 3 or 4 o clock in the afternoon? or would sir prefer dawn on the scottish glens?
what scent would sir like? the sound of roast peaches or the subtle textures of a whale mourning? perhaps the light grain of a divorcee in wiggan slowly accepting that they really are alone?
no matter sir- just the usual then? chocoloate dripping around a disused well on the russian steppes?
now for breakfast; crumpets liberally growing from the bushes sir? no couples dogging here sir i can assure you of that [i bloody well hope not]. well sir is a tad fractious today, sir, if i may be so bold sir, what seems to be troubling one's mind? perhaps sir would like to listen to the singing jam tree for 3 or 4 minutes followed by a spin in the centrifugal honey spindle?
i've checked sir's diary, no appointments today sir! free day! fancy that eh? no appointments in fact, if i'm quite correct, til wednesday when the brigadir is coming round, but its his nappy day, so i should suggest steerings ones eyes away from below the midrift, it might upsets sir's temperament!
lets take a walk down the green corridor- it smells of hammers smoked in juniper berries today sir. Sir shouldn't worry about the nepalese, they've left us for the time being, they're chewing leaves of the hillside and muttering about pig iron. I should imagine they'll be busy with that for some time.
[it doesn't matter what he says regarding the nepalese- i can still here the mewing sounds of a disused dog behind door number 7]
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