Surely so close to the anniversary of WW1, they must be having Sour Kraut!
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Is he an itinerant hairdresser; Herr Kutz ? true story, I once met a Herr Koch on holiday. Appy and I waved at them when they first arrived with our right hands at a suspicous 30° angle. We got such a telling off by the host ! Then Mrs Host regaled them when we had drinks around the pool with stories of a Spitfire car she had owned. Laugh? You couldn't make it up. You can get ointment for Herr Koch, right ?
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Ah, but you hide it well by going under the pseudonym of Halloween_Jack. Makes you sound like some Victorian footpad !
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.