Longer Hares …

»Put away your mobile phone, Bromford«, Nigel says.


To be stuck inside of mobile with the Memphis blues again. I pray every day for a life without repeats.


»It's a re-run, darling«, Kylie whispers reading my thoughts.


»Earth is under attack!« the llama adds.


»Saddle your llamas!« Nigel shouts out.


»Hey!« the llama complains.


»Sorry, mate«, Nigel says. »Saddle your horses! We have to protect the planet from alien invasion!«


What is the difference between an enterprise and a prize? Or what is the difference between employment and emptiness? Were these the better words for yesterday's post?


»Where is your silver anniversary gift, Brommy?« Kylie asks. »Go and get your golden plank.«


»It is more like a post«, I say. »A golden full post to be precise. But the Klingon expression full post for idiot does not work here.«


»Watch out!«


Are that water guns Nigel and Llama are using to aim at the sky?


»The Woozlons from planet Woozle are on their way!«


»This is not Hollywood like I understand it«, I say.


»Hold your head up.« Kylie is stroking my shoulder.


»Hold up my head… quarter?«


And the fortune cookie says,

If you miss an opportunity,
it turns its back on you.

Today is Tuesday, the 3rd of August 2021.

🌦🌦🌦🌦🌦

♫ Come on, come on, come on, karma chameleon ♫,
the protagonist sings.


»Another cup of tea, dear?«


The antagonist in a costume looks like Mrs Doubtfire… or the late Barbara Bush.