I had no more recovered from the shock of losing my lunar lander to the FILTHY habits of an inquisitive puffin, than the postman brought round a letter that QUITE improved my mood!
The letter announced that my dear friend, Jerry Wombat, would be in
Country tomorrow and would be stopping by for a brief stay. While you may consider it uncouth to invite one’s self to stay with a friend, let us remember two facts:
a.) Jerry is Australian.
b.) Jerry is a Wombat.
We also both served Her Majesty together in the regimental corps, so he has carte blanche to stay with me ANY time he desires!
Note to self: stock up on the following for tomorrow’s dinner:
- 12 cabbages
- 7 unlined boxes
- 40 bottles sherry, champagne, and port
- 6 pheasants
- Bushel of carrots, one-half of broccoli
- Cherry torte
What a delight! Old chums are simply the best!
