We're taking a bit of a breather while the world rearranges its underpants. Meanwhile, the other blog is here.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

I'd have to give myself a sedative

Maybelle mentioned that she'd half-remembered something on the news about Greenpeace invading Port Sunlight, which sounded unlikely to the rest of us as nobody could remember any whaling activities in the lower reaches of the Mersey. In the end she was half-convinced that it was a dream. It turns out to be true.

Which is why Maybelle burst into my office shouting: "palm oil!"

And why she's now sat in a corner giggling like a drain while I try and get down from the ceiling.


The Topiary Cow said...

Cow is glad to know the company had a "grown-up" conversation with Greenpeace.

The alternative brings some funny visuals to mind involving blocks, crayons and possibly snacks and cupcakes, punctuated by yelling matches over who has whose toys.


The Topiary Cow said...

PS Cow would like to know where the line for the sedatives is.


Kevin Musgrove said...

We're on draught Mogadon at Helminthdale.

We're also good at yelling matches about toys.