“Julie, are the buttOns working properly?” asked Tony
What’s wrong, Tony?
Well, I pressed condescenscion…no reaction. Scathing indignation…barely a murmur…
Look, Leni’s right. Repetition, repetition…
Repetition. I know. I know.
Come here. Is my darling Abb on botty perhaps feeling a little a-flutter in the build up to next week’s shedding?
Quite frankly, I’m confident moving forwards. Sir Cliff’s touching down Sat night and so we’ll come out swinging…
Shedding, Tony. Shedding.
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