Catching up with Monday's incoming mail I find that the RSPB has sent me an Urgent Albatross Appeal.
If there's not a spare one in the airing cupboard I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint them.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Letting the side down
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That made me cry with laughter but then I have been drinking Red Bull so it could be a sugar-high.
I have a couple of spares in my sleeping bag - call if you need them!
Do you get wafers with it?
You've obviously misunderstood the title Kevin. They don't need an albatross urgently. What they have is an albatross who's feeling some urgency. Probably needs a waz. Have you got a toilet that's albatross adapted? If so get in touch.
Damn...they only send me pens...
Have you looked behind the gramophone?
Ms. Scarlett: yup, it would have been the Red Bull. (-;
Lulu: goshdarnit, I'm trying to lay off the Carry On ripostes so's to get in trim for Chrimbo.
Gadjo: they only had vanilla left.
Gareth: it passed its DDA inspection (Ducks, Doves and Albatrosses Regulations 2004)
Nota Bene: welcome! There'll probably be an albatross secreted in the pen casing. You may have to soak it in water to bring it back into its primal glory.
nursemyra: and welcome to you too! I'd already looked there: you know what beggars they are for getting into odd places
I had a wee birdie on the golf course this morning, but so far... not an albatross in sight.
Jimmy: the spirit of Chic Murray lingers on!
I chortled at this. All the world needs is more Urgents.
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