
These are just fleeting thoughts from the heartland of the UK's colonial dustbin somewhere beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down. As ever AI and old age are to blame. I'll just leave it there ...
Monday, January 04, 2016
Pudding Surplus
It's official: The Pudding Season has no obvious ending but we have a surplus of puddings remaining. Quite a few anyway and in assorted sizes and flavours. Dogged by the usual provisioning problems and poor planning our system has gone screwy and here's the result. You can't even give them away for age and health and safety reasons. They'll have to be eaten by careless and carefree volunteers who must first sign a stiff and possibly illegal disclaimer. Once done all will be well in the world and the cupboards can be put to better use.
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