Now, where's the baby oil ?

Desmond hoped that Blanche wouldn’t arrive home early from the Donkey Sanctuary and catch him limbering up for tonight’s choir practice.   He knew there was something in the air that night in Carluke but, although fully flexible, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.  Someone at the Kirk bazaar had recommend he try Blip – lo and behold – even try and find abandoned supermarket trolleys – but none of this made sense.  No, he would plan his escape the next night and leave a note for the milkman asking him to forward his extra pint to Truro, that would confuse not only Blanche but the dairy also.  Furthermore, he would leave a note for the paperboy saying he was in Dieppe and ordering Le Monde.  But, he was agog, should this be the night he should show Mrs Patterson his blue belt or his flying buttock ?  Mary Marquis has a lot to answer for.  So too has my medication, bottled at 57.2%.

This is an update requested by a ‘certain’ Blipper.  Graphics courtesy of ‘Pouch Monthly’ and not pouch weakly which is never an option.