Kyle Marx

Due to go to Toronto this morning to see my accountant, but had to wait for a plumber (some people have all the fun) . . . five minutes after plumber left with my life savings in his back pocket, a 'person' walked through the front door and confronted me. Thought it was a madman or the vanguard of the weekend Jehovah's Witness conversion squad, but at second glance it turned out to be grandson Kyle in a Groucho Marx disguise. For the school dance tonight . . . oh, dear, times really have changed.