We're still on the boat. IN the boat, rather, what with it being a coracle. And all.
It's still in a mood. It skirted the Corryfreckle whirlpool, lacking the courage, thankfully, to plunge right in, and took us instead round the Paps of Jura and out into the wild Atlantic. Where we remain. Waving forlornly to passing trawlers and such-like.
Not to mention whales. More of those later.
Two rather pressing issues. One, we forgot to bring the Travel Scrabble (always a godsend on a long trip).
Two, we're STARVING!!!!!!
Goji berry flapjacks, UHT almond milk smoothies and all that other vegan food is no substitute for flesh. To make matters worse, Geoffrey informs me that the flapjacks that we so blithely consumed, were made from the sweepings from Val Nark's horrible child's horrible hamster's cage.
"Those chewy bits weren't goji berries Tuppy. They were hamster droppings."
"Hamster droppings?"
"Yes. From the Nark child's hamster's cage."
"I didn't know that there was a Nark child."
"Oh yes. I think it's a boy child, called Bucket or something. Something that's not a proper name, anyway. I can't remember. Oh Tuppy! I'm too hungry to think! What are we going to do?"
"I haven't the foggiest. Only I'm thinking, you DO look rather like chicken Geoffrey. Quite appetising, if you were trussed up with a couple of rashers of bacon on your back and half a dozen chipolatas sizzling on the side. I might even manage a sprout or two, if they were going begging. Just for the aesthetic appeal."
"Charming! I thought that sheep were herbivores!"
"Not in a tight spot, Geoffrey." I edged towards him, hands outstretched. Was I really going to eat my best friend?
more later
It's still in a mood. It skirted the Corryfreckle whirlpool, lacking the courage, thankfully, to plunge right in, and took us instead round the Paps of Jura and out into the wild Atlantic. Where we remain. Waving forlornly to passing trawlers and such-like.
Not to mention whales. More of those later.
Two rather pressing issues. One, we forgot to bring the Travel Scrabble (always a godsend on a long trip).
Two, we're STARVING!!!!!!
Goji berry flapjacks, UHT almond milk smoothies and all that other vegan food is no substitute for flesh. To make matters worse, Geoffrey informs me that the flapjacks that we so blithely consumed, were made from the sweepings from Val Nark's horrible child's horrible hamster's cage.
"Those chewy bits weren't goji berries Tuppy. They were hamster droppings."
"Hamster droppings?"
"Yes. From the Nark child's hamster's cage."
"I didn't know that there was a Nark child."
"Oh yes. I think it's a boy child, called Bucket or something. Something that's not a proper name, anyway. I can't remember. Oh Tuppy! I'm too hungry to think! What are we going to do?"
"I haven't the foggiest. Only I'm thinking, you DO look rather like chicken Geoffrey. Quite appetising, if you were trussed up with a couple of rashers of bacon on your back and half a dozen chipolatas sizzling on the side. I might even manage a sprout or two, if they were going begging. Just for the aesthetic appeal."
"Charming! I thought that sheep were herbivores!"
"Not in a tight spot, Geoffrey." I edged towards him, hands outstretched. Was I really going to eat my best friend?
more later
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