So, there I was in Ladybones Road having left the pub and sent the lads on their errands, whistling a jaunty tune to myself and I got to thinking about weasels. Again.
I tend to do that if I don’t have much else to think about, like who’s next to have a word with or what size rock shoes I’ll need for the next one on the list. Anyways, as I was whistling to meself I saw a flash of light or so I thought and lo and behold I look down and there’s this lovely white weasel trying to run up my leg. Well I sharpish gave my praise to Salt for this blessing and now I got a luvverly Mr.Snuggles to take home with me to meet the rest of the weaselly crew.
So there you are. What a wonderful day.
‘Tips Hat, and walks off into the fog whistling jauntily’