My beautiful Chinese ghost gave her answer to my proposal of
posthumous marriage today. What do you think it was? Go on, guess.
Wrong!
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Which reminds me of a favourite joke:
What’s brown and
sounds like a bell?
Dun...n...n...g.
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And talking of brown... I know I’ve been going on a lot this
week about clouds and the skies, but they really have been a strange, mixed up sort
of bunch. This evening there was a massive and messy splodge of grey cloud
heading for my house. Only it wasn’t even proper grey, it was a sickly
brownish-yellowish grey that spoke of sulphur and satanic mills. I think this
is the cause of my sore sinuses. My body is becoming very sensitive to
changeable and disturbed atmospheric conditions these days.
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