Peripheral
Dedicated Member
.....YAWN...........Oh where am I? Oh heck, I've just woke up. What happened to that gorgeous blonde I was in bed with? ..... HARRY,...HARRY, WHERE ARE YOU HARRY? ....................What are you all smirking at? You think I'm a what? A collar and cuff? Not me. No, I'm definitely straight, . Well I used to be. These days it's a case of the Max Bygrave's song, 'Things ain't what they used to be'. Well, at 85 what can you expect? I've just checked back on what I have typed, and I can see your misapprehension. You think that Harry is a bloke don't you? Come on, did you not consider that I was referring to a lady? Have you never heard the name Harriet? Harry for short! You see, you were jumping to conclusions. So was I till I woke up. To tell you the truth, I was rudely awakened by a millipede tap dancing on the window sill. Usually I watch it doing it's Fred Astaire bit but this morning I was at a most exciting part in my dream about Harry when Morgan the millipede, switched on his boom box and went into his 'PUTTING ON THE RITZ' routine. I'm going to take the battery out of Morgan's boom box now. I'll see you tomorrow unless Harry comes back into my dreams .