Its 5.30 PM
Ratchet, Ratchet, whirr, spring, boing, Bill`s winding up the car with its big silver key and is about to start the torturous journey into Glasgow.
I can hear in the distance the "Apocalypse Now" rotor blades of Tess`s attack helicopter as it crosses The Irish Sea , skimming the waves to avoid radar.
The two Michael twins are heavily disguising themselves in an effort to look as different from each other as possible, it never works!
Gillian has been busily despatching children to the four corners of the city prior to arriving.
And last but not least Ruth, is probably doing some ZEN meditation before cutting up Frida Kahlo. A No 3 for those eyebrows, I think.
2 comments:
Keep that trouser monster under control young Man!!!!
Glass Master Joe
GLASS MISTRESS YVONNE says...
Don, my dear, we know you are down South somewhere....
at this very moment, we have Tess scouring the English countryside in her attack helicopter looking for you......
Ruth has already launched a border raid....
You will join our course, and we will soon WHIP you into shape...... !!!!
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