J gave me the boot. Sydney’s AWOL. Chummy’s scarpered. And a new cartoonist (from Canada) starts in a fortnight, right after quarantine. All that J will say is ‘don’t alter your settings’.
Vacancy? Cartoonist? What a hoot! And she missed out the ‘n’. I’ll give her a ribbing about that once Chummy has fessed up to the whopper. That sign will be gone before lunch. Now, you go in first Chummy.
Chummy is very sorry for telling J a shopper. She is determined to put things right. We’re going to tell J together. Chummys a brave wee thing at heart.
What a nightmare. Chummy the chook doesn’t want to be chicken tonight. I said it wouldn’t happen because she is imaginary, as in not real. Chummy is very confused.
Forget 60, it’s gone to 81. I read that if it gets to 100 the phone explodes. Where’s Syd? He’d know what to do. J’s no use, just keeps muttering we are having chicken tonight.