Bromford's Ark - Part 2 - 11:30 p.m.

Penthouse…

One minute later the llama opens the wardrobe and takes out a pouch it is going to carry over its' shoulder.

'Stop thinking about present times, dude!' the llama says. 'Let's go out on an adventure.'

Tonight we don't care about the world and its' regulations. Tonight we will go down the apartment house and meet all the residents who are also the owners of the apartments.

'Didn't you do something like that some ten years ago?' the llama asks. 'Ten years ago, before you even met me?'

'Yes,' I say, 'but I was alone then and I started on the First Floor and went from door to door, going upstairs through the house. Now we start here on the rooftop and way down we go.'

'Who are all these people, dude?' the llama asks.

'They are a very nice couple called Zoey and Zachary Zebra, you know.'

'And we are Yvonne and Yves Yak and we are also here for the number.'

Another couple has arrived within the last minute.

'And I hope you still remember your best friend Kylie and her son Nigel', my best friend Kylie says.

And way down we go …

 
"Bromford Song"

We're knights of the round table, we dance whene're we're able.
We do routines, and chorus scenes with footwork imp-e-cable;
We dine well here in Bromford, we eat ham and jam and spam alot.

We're knights of the round table, our shows are for-mid-able
But many times, we're given rhymes, that are quite un-sing-able
We're opera mad in Bromford, we sing from the diaphragm a-lot!

In war we're tough and able,
Quite in-de-fa-ti-gable,
Between our quests, we sequin vests and impersonate Clark Gable,
It's a busy life in Bromford:

(Bass-Solo): I have to push the pram-a-lot!

Arthur: On second thought, let's not go to Bromford. It is a silly place.

Bromford's Arc - Part 1 - 11:29 p.m.

Penthouse ...

There is no present. Every moment passes within less than the blink of an eye and becomes past within less than a moment. The future is past without a present.

The doorbell chimes. Yes, I have learned that my doorbell does not ring, it chimes.

Outside the door to our penthouse on the rooftop of the apartment house on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside, sometimes also known as the friendly town by the shore and seaside, stands a nice black and white couple.

'Hello,' they say in unison. 'We are Zoey and Zachary Zebra and we are here because of the number.'

'Good', I say. 'The more the happier.'

And without any further words I let them wait outside the door for a short time.

"Bromford Yodel"

Diddly-day-hee, odeleo-hee, odeleo-day-day-day-odeleo-hee
Diddly-day-hee, odeleo-hee, odeleo-day-day-day-odeleo-hee
(Diddly-day-hee, odeleo-hee, odeleo-day-day-day-odeleo-hee)
Diddly-day-hee, odeleo-hee, odeleo-day-day-day-odeleo-hee
(Diddly-day-hee, odeleo-hee, odeleo-day-day-day-odeleo-hee)
(Diddly-day-hee, odeleo-hee, odeleo-day-day-day-odeleo-hee)
(Diddly-day-hee, odeleo-hee, odeleo-day-day-day-odeleo-hee)

 

Longer Changes …

Today is Saturday, the 28th of November 2020. 11:28 a.m.

'It's time for a break and some changes', I say.

'What do you mean, human?' the animal asks.

'It's this time of year', I say. 'I can feel a countdown coming along.'

The llama remains silent.

But I continue anyway.

'No more Nigel song lyrics, no cryptical messages, no fortune cookies sayings for some time to come.'

'I can hardly hide my disappointment', the llama says.

'No, we don't have a disappointment. We have got an appointment for tomorrow night. Meet me here on Sunday, 11:29 p.m.'

'That sounds really very late', the llama yawns.

'And be sure to bring your pouch.'

'My pouch, human? I am a llama not a kangoroo, you know. And I think your big surprise is going to be another advent calender kind of thing. This ridiculous countdown you are doing every year before Xmas. But why does it start two days early? It is November not December.'

'I will turn my list upside down.'

'Can I be an optimist? Are you going to tell us the happy-ending to your Nanuk story, the one with Santa Claus' elves and the prison island in the Bromford Bay?'

'Nanuk and the Secrets of Azkatraz…?'

'Yes.'

'No. My fantasy well has well run dry. I am doing something even if I am not knowing what I am doing. Do you know what I mean?'

'No', the llama says.

'Ok. Wait and see. And the date is fix. Sunday, 29th of November. 11:29 p.m.'

. . . . . . . . . . Drive with a Dead Girl - The Path to the Black Lodge . . . . . . . . . 

We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs that helping hand
And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work
We're only making plans for Nigel
He has this future in a British steel
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed, yeah
And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work
Nigel is not outspoken
But he likes to speak, and he loves to be spoken to (In his work)
Nigel is happy in his work (In his work)
Nigel is happy in his work (In his work)
We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs this helping hand
And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work
Mm, we're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs this helping hand
We're only making plans for Nigel
He has this future in a British steel

When I started this I thought this song had a story or a message ...

And the Fortune Cookie says,

Some men dream of happiness,
others of cookies.

Longer Breaks …

 
'Do you think you can fill in the word 'Truth' somewhere in this text?'

'No way.'

'Kylie is still pregnant', the llama says.

'Oh, what a surprise when you think about how early it is in her pregnancy', I say sarcastically. 'And whatever you might think, camel, I am NOT the father of her child.'

'Llama,' the llama says. 'If you please would not call me camel. And nobody said you were the father. And nobody wants it, either.'

'If you say so.'

'Dude,' the llama sounds like it plays the role of the sensible being in our penthouse this week. 'I thought Kylie was your best friend. Aren't you worried about her late pregnancy at all? Her first child Nigel is in his twenties now. And don't you want to know where Kylie is?'

Not that I am interested but I ask anyway, 'Where is Kylie? Not in Connecticut?'

'Do you remember Greenland? Do you remember your home village by the Polar Circle, Nanuk?'

Now, finally, the animal has got my interest.

'What did you call me? I am Bromford Bibble. And I always have been Bromford Bibble, the guy called like the friendly town by the bay and seaside.'

'Don't you remember that nice, little fairy tale you told us here in this blockblog some four years ago?' the animal asks. 'About that little Eskimo boy Nanuk and his power animal K'eyush, the little polar bear, his grandmother and that creepy man in black?'

Did that story, that little fairy tale even have a happy-ending? I try and try but I cannot remember. It ended kind of sudden and out of the blue. I always wanted to write a sequel, something connecting the North Pole and Santa Claus' workshop to the former prison and nowadays hotel island in the bay of Bromford. But I never found the time and the mood to do so. I didn't die in that snowstorm with that sinister business man everybody called the man in black or even a Dark Eater. And now I have admitted, if only in my thoughts, that I am or I was that little boy Nanuk all these years ago.

'Stop teasing your non-existing readers, dude', the llama says. 'Not even in your thoughts. You will never continue that story. But I found out that you, in fact, grew up in a small village of wooden huts and cabins by the Arctic Sea and the Polar Circle. And I learned that Kylie was one of your dearest childhood friends. She lived there with you until you both were send to school on the mainland when you were six years old.'

A cool breeze enters the room from an unknown direction. Can this be the truth? Did all this really happen? Am I or have I been or was I ever Nanuk, the little boy in the sealskin anorak?

The llama is rolling its' eyes.

'I didn't want to cause an identity crisis. Stop breaking your head. My point was and is, that Kylie took a few days off to visit the places of her early childhood. She said when she was calling from Greenland, that now in her situation she needed to see and smell and taste the air and the muddy ground maybe even the snows of that little place she has left so many years ago. She wants me to tell you that she is alright. You didn't need to worry, she said. She will be back soon.'

'And what about Nigel?' I ask.

'Nobody cares about Nigel.'

We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs that helping hand
And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work
We're only making plans for Nigel
He has this future in a British steel
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed, yeah
And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work
Nigel is not outspoken
But he likes to speak, and he loves to be spoken to (In his work)
Nigel is happy in his work (In his work)
Nigel is happy in his work (In his work)
We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs this helping hand
And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work
Mm, we're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs this helping hand
We're only making plans for Nigel

And the fortune cookie says,

A cynic is just a frustrated optimist.

Today is Tuesday, the 24th of November 2020.
Can't wait till Sunday.

Stay tuned and turn on again on Saturday or on Sunday to get more information about the changes to come. This message is not hidden ...

Double Play - The Piper at the Gates of Dawn

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 135

Today is Sunday, the 22nd of November 2020.

I sense changes coming, changes in terms. I sense the start of a countdown. I see lights on the horizon. Be prepared. Read the signs. Read the signs.

A lot of sensing and reading and feeling and foreseeing this last day of the last weekend before the advent time. Await the shining light ...

And now after all this, today's song does not fit, does not match with all of this. At least that is what I presume.

"Elvis In Bromford"

I didn't take a suitcase
I had to travel light
I climbed out my bedroom window
It was just about quarter past midnight

Out on the highway
I hitched a ride
I was heading west
I had to listen to some trucker
Tell me all about the meaning of life

Got a ride just outside of Memphis
I was wild out on the road
I saw shanties and shacks
And burned out Cadillac's
And faces that glittered like gold

Shoulda seen it coming
Shoulda seen the signs
I saw seven horses running
I had a front row seat at the end of time

I was just fifteen
And the world was mine
And I watched my dreams
Come to life on that night
I saw Elvis in Bromford
I saw Elvis in Bromford

Now since that long lost summer
I ain't ever looked back
Now the lines on my face
Are looking more like cracks

When the dreams all crumble
It's time to face the facts
I don't care about tomorrow
Oh there's no looking back

I shoulda seen it coming
Oh I shoulda seen the signs
I saw seven horses running
I had a front row seat at the end of time

I was just fifteen
And the world was mine
And I watched my dreams
Come to life on that night
I was standing tall
Thought I would never die
And I watched it all
In the white spot light

I saw Elvis in Bromford
I saw Elvis in Bromford
I saw Elvis in Bromford
I saw Elvis in Bromford

I shoulda seen it coming
Oh I shoulda seen the signs
I saw seven horses running
I had a front row seat at the end of time

When the lights went out
I heard the young girls scream
The sound of my heart beat
My heart beat
Would make the thunder proud

Well I was just fifteen
And the world was mine
The wolrd was mine
And I watched my dreams
Come to life on that night
Well I was standing tall
I was standing tall
Thought I would never die
I would never die
And I watched it all
In the white spot light

I saw Elvis in Bromford
I saw Elvis in Bromford
I saw Elvis in Bromford
I saw Elvis in Bromford
I saw Elvis in Bromford
I saw Elvis in Bromford
Oh I saw Elvis in Bromford

But maybe it matches all too well and everything is still connected ...

Longer Prairies …

'Walnut Grove. Don't you think, that is a wonderful and sounding name, animal? Walnut Grove near Dawson's Creek in the Midwest of the Middle-East.'

'Dude?' The animal seems angry and annoyed. 'You cannot drop a bomb like Kylie's pregnant and not mention it for almost two days.'

'Or is it Walnut Groove?' I start giggling and cannot stop myself doing so. 'The Emperor's New Groove. Here we are again. Demon llama! Demon llama!'

'TELL ME WHERE KYLIE IS', the animal demands to know. 'I haven't seen her in weeks and cannot reach her or her son Nigel. I called and called but was not successful.'

'Kylie is calling from Connecticut', I say. 'Did Connecticut vote for Biden or for Trump? Or is it a Swing State?'

'Oh, come on, dude, not Connecticut again.'

'Kylie is visiting her aunt Laura in her Little House on the Prairie.'

'On the Prairie in Connecticut?'

'Can you hear the Wind in the Willows? When winter came cracking your knuckles?'

The animal is not amused.

'I will go downstairs to see if Kylie's home now. Maybe when I come back home you are back to your normal self again, dude.'

'And way down we go…'

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And the fortune cookie says,

KussKuss will soon discover

an important truth 

about the most loved person.

Today is Wednesday, the 18th of November 2020.

We're only making plans for Nigel We only want what's best for him We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel just needs that helping hand And if young Nigel says he's happy He must be happy He must be happy He must be happy in his work We're only making plans for Nigel He has this future in a British steel We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed, yeah And if young Nigel says he's happy He must be happy He must be happy He must be happy in his work Nigel is not outspoken But he likes to speak, and he loves to be spoken to (In his work) Nigel is happy in his work (In his work) Nigel is happy in his work (In his work) We're only making plans for Nigel We only want what's best for him We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel just needs this helping hand And if young Nigel says he's happy He must be happy He must be happy He must be happy in his work Mm, we're only making plans for Nigel We only want what's best for him We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel just needs this helping hand

Longer Woolies …

 
'Immature, that's what you are', the animal says.

'I don't know what you mean, animal', I say. 'What form would your Daemon take?'

'My what?' asks the animal.

'Daemon. Mine is a Hummingbird.'

'Is this a kind of power-animal you are talking about?' the llama asks.

I recite from my mind; 'I have got a Hummingbird. My Hummingbird Daemon would flicker near me, matching its colourful feathers to my own colourful imagination. I am sweet-natured, kind, and incredibly creative. I tend to keep myself to myself, but not because I am shy or anxious, I just have my very own specific interests and prefer to invest my time in those things. I have a dreamy quality but I am not naive at all; I understand that time is precious and so I choose to invest it into my passions.'

'How immature of you to say such things about yourself', the animal is rolling its eyes. 'This Daemon thing comes from some childrens' book, doesn't it?'

'Let me do the test for you.'

I am kind of excited and take myself some time. After doing some strange calculations with ink and pencils and feathers I say,

'You got: Leopard.
Your Leopard Daemon would slowly slink behind you everywhere you went. You appreciate all things beautiful; from simple cutlery to breath-taking visages. You never want to waste your time and energy on anything you deem poor quality – from shoddily made shoes to distrustful people. You tend to have fewer friends, but they're all truly loyal to you and friends for life.'

'I still think, you are immature', the animal says.

We switch roles in this blockblog from time to time, I think.

'Kylie is pregnant.'

'WHAAAAAAT ???'

And the fortune cookie says,

You will be successful in everything you do.

///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs that helping hand

And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work

We're only making plans for Nigel
He has this future in a British steel
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed, yeah

And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work

Nigel is not outspoken
But he likes to speak, and he loves to be spoken to (In his work)
Nigel is happy in his work (In his work)
Nigel is happy in his work (In his work)

We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs this helping hand

And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work

Mm, we're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel

///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

Today is Monday, the 16th of November 2020.
Don't Be Ridiculous - The Return of Ulysses

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 134

Today is Sunday, the 15th of November 2020
Afternoon, they say. Autumn here, not winter yet.
Comment ça va?

"Bromford (Comment Avez-Vous Ici?)"

Comment avez-vous ici?
Quand partez-vous?
How did you get here?
When do you leave?

Comment-avez vous ici?
Quand partez-vous?
How did you get here?
When do you leave?

It's a long way to my town
Where an open mind means hell is close behind you
On the streets of Bromford
I see people holdin' hands
I wish the lovers would go home
I wish the lovers would go home
It's a long way to my town
Where a foolish man is one who votes against you

On the streets of Bromford
They don't know who I am
They wish that I would just go home
They wish that I would just go home

Comment avez-vous ici?
Quand partez-vous?
How did you get here?
When do you leave?

Comment-avez vous ici?
Quand partez-vous?
How did you get here?
When do you leave?

Don't let 'em see you cry
See you sweat
See you try
Just play it cool
And hang on to the familiar

Don't let 'em see you fall
See you slip
See you stall
Just play the fool
And hang on until November

Catch me walkin' like a vagabond--street to street
But the street signs looking all Greek to me
Speaking the native tongue's took chic for me
So I keep my native tongue in my cheek to speak
So don't mind me
You're foreign, Jordan, don't remind me
Just point me to the point where Ieave and I'll be
Back with a life-long love beside me
Holding hands with a cup of that chai tea
Can you say cliché? That's what we say
Who knows, maybe we could all be the same
But I don't speak French, I just speak plain
Invaded your city with stupid friends on a weekday
That's not like me
The birds in this town don't like me
Monuments in the square despise me
They think so highly
But I don't take this town lightly
Somebody take a second to write me
We out here

The drive there, man I really thought it was a nightmare
Turns out the nightmare was right here
Got our GPS but I can't find where I can lay my head tonight
Is this way right?
Their faces sing to me
Go home, go home, go home
We wake up thinking that we're gonna get a taste of the city
But it turns out that they hate us
For thinking they should learn just to erase
But I'm not here to fight
Just wanna see some sights
But their faces sing to me
Go home, go home, go home

We're guests of a province of guests of a sovereign nation
The natives alien to the rest of the population
Here, English takes on a negative connotation
So surrounding cities are represented in moderation
And they ain't tryna be disturbed
They just wanna walk, eat, sleep, and work
But a bunch of tourists speaking like me enter and complain that we can't read their words
I need to sit down, may I use this bench?
Mercy-bue-coop? Excuse my (haha)
But as I sit down and look at the archi-texture
I begin to understand that we aren't members
They're in but not of the world they occupy
And get hate cause they won't compromise
And some think that's a disgrace or a spit in Canada's face
But that's exactly the way we feel back in the states
Where, personally, I wanna tell everyone including the churches we meet
That I'm not hurtin' to be your version of me
And it starts occurrin' to me that I'm speakin' this town's language
So now I love Bromford, I hope it never changes

 

 🍁🍂🍁🍂🍁

 

Longer Incidents …

* Birds do it, bees do it.
Gotta a feeling even beasts do it.

- They do what, animal?

* They spread the virus.

- A corona is a ring. Did you know
that?

* Don't you think that everything is
quite disturbing? The virus mutates
and sooner or later we are all minks.

- Minks?

* They killed them all in Denmark. So
sad. Didn't you hear what happened
in Denmark the other night?

- I am surprised that you knew the
English word for that furcoat animal
from the start.

* This virus mutates us all. Isn't that
worrying you, human? You will be an
X-man in no time. And not a
superhero kind of mutation. More
like a Wayward Pines kind of
degeneration mutation evolutional
mutation kind of devolution.

- X-mamal, stop spreading fear and
fake news. Life will find a way. As so
will hope.

* As you say, human, as you say. Do
you think you can place the word
desire in this confused scribblings
here?

- Desire?

* Thank you. Tangled, that is what it is.

/\ /\ /\ /\ /\ /\ /\ /\ Dispute between Brothers - The River Bank /\ /\ /\ /\ /\ /\ /\ /\

We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs that helping hand

And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work

We're only making plans for Nigel
He has this future in a British steel
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed, yeah

And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work

Nigel is not outspoken
But he likes to speak, and he loves to be spoken to (In his work)
Nigel is happy in his work (In his work)
Nigel is happy in his work (In his work)

We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs this helping hand

And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work

Mm, we're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him


Today is Saturday, the 14th of November 2020.
0202 Rebmevon fo ht41 eht, Yadrutas si Yadot.

And the fortune cookie says,

You're only young once,
but you can stay immature forever. 

 

 

Longer Beetles …

Have The Beatles influenced you? If so, how?

What?

Have The Beatles influenced you? If so, how?

Repeating the questions doesn't make me understand them or them any clearer, you know.

I hate beetles. They are so small and quick and have way too many thin legs. And you never know where they are turning next.

They are only insects with a heart of gold, you know?

Do not vacuum stink bugs or you'll be doomed.

Okay? And I thought you'd like Beetles, the Bard.

Because of his tales? Cinderella has got a new pair of shoes - Sleeping Beatuy narcolepsy. And Elsa is frozen, again. Madonna, too. You're frozen, when your heart is broken.

What is wrong with you today?

Is this all because of that Rowlings woman, again? And the answer is nothing. Just move on. Move on.

Beatles, isn't that this VolksWagen car that VolksWagen does not produce anymore?

The Beetles - Beatles gag is long time dead, you know. And it is all about decisions.

Move on. Just move on.

* * * * * * * * * * * * Demons - The Song of the Little Hunter * * * * * * * * * * * *

We're only making plans for Nigel

We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel

Nigel just needs that helping hand

And if young Nigel says he's happy

He must be happy
He must be happy

He must be happy in his work

We're only making plans for Nigel

He has this future in a British steel
We're only making plans for Nigel

Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed, yeah

And if young Nigel says he's happy

He must be happy
He must be happy

He must be happy in his work

Nigel is not outspoken

But he likes to speak, and he loves to be spoken to (In his work)
Nigel is happy in his work (In his work)

Nigel is happy in his work (In his work)

We're only making plans for Nigel

We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel

Nigel just needs this helping hand

And if young Nigel says he's happy

He must be happy
He must be happy

He must be happy in his work

Mm, we're only making plans for Nigel

And the fortune cookie says,

The object of your desire is about to approach you.

Today is Tuesday, the 10th of November 2020.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 133

Today is Sunday, the 8th of November 2020.

 

I WON THIS ELECTION, BY A LOT!
Official sources may not have called the race when this was repeated.

Where are the missing military ballots in Georgia? What happened to them?

STOP THE COUNT!

🧡🧡🧡 I love democracy !!! 🧡🧡🧡

 🦔🦔🦔

HEDGEHOGS VOTE FOR BROMFORD !!!

 🦔🦔🦔







"New Bromford (Freedom Is Coming)"
 

Night comes in deals of bloom
Mothers shouting in the rain
And fathers checking out once again
Where do you go?
You've formed yourself to cover up the secret wound
Of love... love, the secret wound

All is revealed in time
Walkin' with the wounded, separated from your heart then your mind
They signed the degree(?!)
We will not seek after what will surely never be
But love... but love
The chains will be broken

Come on, come on! Come out of the rain!
Come on, come on! You won't feel any pain
Come on, come on! Where love lives again
Come on, this is the new Bromford
 
(Freedom Is Coming)
(Freedom Is Coming For Us All)
(Freedom Is Coming)
(Freedom Is Coming For Us All)

The street lives inside the skin
Hidden deep within you, an eternity awaits to begin
And I am like you, I need my friends to tell me how it is
From time to time

All you have suffered and all you've declared
All of those memories when no-one cared
All that division, the tears that you cried
It's time to come because you know that you can't hide
You cannot hide!

As long as you're here, as long as there's life
You will be raised and there will be light
Yes, there will be light!

Longer Hangovers …

'I never got that counter beer the other night', the llama complains

'Animals are not supposed to drink alcohol', I say.

'Nobody is supposed to drink alcoholic beverages these days', the animal says. 'Alcohol removes inhibitions. No inhibitions lead to physical closeness. And physical closeness means overtake and perfect spreading conditions for this Corinna virus.'

'You are still a spoilsport and party pooper, animal.'

'We switch roles from time to time, don't we? Nigel song?'

We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs that helping hand

And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work

We're only making plans for Nigel
He has this future in a British steel
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed, yeah

And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work

Nigel is not outspoken
But he likes to speak, and he loves to be spoken to (In his work)
Nigel is happy in his work (In his work)
Nigel is happy in his work (In his work)

We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs this helping hand

And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work

'There it is. And the fortune cookie?'

And the fortune cookie says,

Life is a series of decisions.
Today you only make good decisions.

'Perfect. End of post. Let's move on.'

Today is Wednesday, the 4^th of November 2020.


But we have forgotten the cryptical message of the day ...

Darzee's Chant - The Spring Running