Bromfords of the Kollobita´´rtainnen - Part 10

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"Moon Over Bromford"

There's a lovely Moon over Bromford
With the wind blowing in her hair
And she hears me singing over here
On a hillside on Innisheer

And I'll always remember you
Wherever I wander to
And the lovely Moon over Bromford
With the wind in her hair

There's a lovely girl asking me
Would I like some fresh milk for my tea
And the lads next door playing near
On a hillside on Innisheer

And I'll always remember you
Wherever I wander to
And the lovely Moon over Bromford
With the wind in her hair

And I'll always remember you
Wherever I wander to
And the lovely Moon over Bromford
With the wind in her hair

And the lovely Moon over Bromford
With the wind in her hair

And I'll always remember you
Wherever I wander to
And the lovely Moon over Claire
With the wind in her hair

With the wind in her hair

On the way on deck I can hear the llama say to Claude Sideburns, »You know there is Oklahoma and it is one of the united states of the United States of America. But there is also Oklahoma City and it is, as the name tells, a city not a united state of the United States of America. «

Hissing in my direction the animal grumbles, »I know you made me say that and I know why, dude! «

Claude Sideburns seems not to be interested in a talk with the llama or the rest of us. His face really has the colour of cheese at the moment, pale like milk with a cartoonish shade of green.

»I know what gaining your sea legs means. « More mumbling to himself he is also looking at Nigel. »It's a highly popular catch phrase used in the marine lingo, which refers to the ineptness of people to poise themselves while on ships and boats. «

He is gulping, or maybe gaging. It is hard to tell.

»Our bodies and brains have to adjust to our environment, in this case the rocking, rolling, and constant movement of the ocean, which is confusing our inner ear as part of our body system that helps us maintain our balance. On a ship being rocked by waves, the inner ear is constantly sending messages to the brain about this unfamiliar movemmmmmmm…«

With one hand held in front of his mouth and blown cheeks Sideburns is running to the railing of the ship.

»I think he is seasick«, Nigel says, also looking a little pale around the nose.

»Don't worry«, Mr. Tummy, the cook, says, »we all got used to it, sooner or later. «

»Arrgh, here they are my stowaways! «

Today is Sunday, the 10th of December 2023.
Second Sunday of Advent