SPAS, SPICERS, SPADES & JU JITSU.
My dear ladies and occasional gentleman, I was absent yesterday as I went to a SPA with my daughter, Morello and my dear friends, Veronica and Karena. What larks!
Of course I had to drag Veronica away from her ‘FORAGING’ which is probably just as well as she has been getting into some TIGHT-SPOTS recently. She was nearly caught out when foraging in Mr Spicer’s shed. She had just got her hands on Mr Spicer’s ‘WILJAS’ when Mrs Spicer turned up with Mr Spicer’s CHEESE & PICKLE SANDWICHES with the crusts cut off on a count of his wobbly dentures.
Veronica had to squeeze herself into a space between a HORI HORI KNIFE and a RABBITING SPADE, throwing a potato sack over her head! I have told her for her own safety to stick too HEDGEROWS and WOODS. I wouldn’t fancy her chances against Mrs Spicer she has a BLACK-BELT IN JU JITSU!
I’ve gone off PISTE now, haven’t I? That’s the trouble with Veronica, she always takes you places you do not want to go!
I think I’ll tell you about THE SPA tomorrow.