Wandering around, as we do in the bright sun-lit uplands of upland _Paul_And_Land_ we sometimes bump into things that we didn’t want to bump into in the bright sun-lit uplands of upland _Paul_And_Land_. Sometimes this could be a motorcycle gang hell-bent on motorcycle ganging. Other times it could be a pizza box hell-bent on pizza boxing or Morris Dancers or soggy pie crust. Pizza boxing. In the blue corner, an Iceland value number wearing spangley shorts and in the red corner, a Red Hot Belly Buster packed with jalapenos and chillies and Tabasco sauce. Pants around ankles. Over to you Kent Walton. He did wrestling but let’s not loose the thread of this thread.
Any road, tootling around the bright sun-lit uplands of upland _Paul_And_Land_ we came across a shop. Which as we know can also be a Shoppe but only if it has lace curtains and cream teas and freshly laundered tea-cakes and table-cloths. But this wasn’t a shop with lace curtains and cream teas and freshly laundered tea-cakes and table-cloths. No it was a Booke Shoppe. Not a Booke Shoppe where you can get 15/2 on the favourite at Uttoxeter. Or Market Rasen. Even Ayr. No, it was a Booke Shoppe with Bookes. And bloody Kindles. And people tutting at a crying weans. Blood and snot, children in a Booke Shoppe. How dare they? Don’t let the blighters read, they might get ideas. And concepts. And notions. And Stuff.
Returning to Kindlers; we know that some of _Paul_And_Land_’s favouritist people use these here Kindlers. And very nice they are. Specially the scented ones: Vanilla, Strooberry, Jasmine or Ylang Ylang. And they’re ever so useful if there’s a power cut. Rather sooty though. Which reminds us that buggering WordPress have done something that’s fluffed up responses. Damn and blast.
Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible. As soon as Kyle, who sounds like he should be called Ranjit or Asif or Hanif, gets it sorted. Lovely. Time for a snooze and Pizza for tea.