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Thursday, June 19, 2008

Knowing one's place

I bounce back into the library, full of joie de vivre and somebody else's lousy powdered milk tea. Bronwyn and Noreen are not impressed.

"Look at him. He's just jam-filled with mischief."

"I will admit that I am a Lord of Misrule."

"You don't have to be quite so gleeful about it."

"I am happy in my work."

1 comment:

Mrs Pouncer said...

Dear Mr Musgrave, What a perfect example of the sort of hail-fellow-well-met exchange that we are so used to here in the Thames Valley. It is exactly the sort of unchallenging intercourse that I find so rarely these days. I salute you, Mrs Pouncer