Herbie goes to the garden centre

Thank goodness the air is clearing, I can feel my lungs starting to function again. After a haircut this morning I took a quick trip to the gender centre to get some fresh veggies. Herbie was there! I loved Herbie when I was a kid. I tried to have a little word with him but he was surprisingly taciturn on the issue of whether I should start my essay or faff around for a few hours. I decided he was deploying guilt-trip tactics so I am doing my essay.