in noticing that other IPOAT Johnny husband incarnations are better than mine?

[Hullygully]

Huh.

I still have my ankles but they are gnarled

I hope that the money raised by the sale of your ankles allowed the Good Brothers of the Holy Crossroads to purchase some warmer habits

The brother on the right looks like he really can't be arsed.

Actually, the one on the left looks decidedly 'meh' too.

Tis only the chap in the middle loving it.

And he looks like Gordon Brown.

They do many good works, they just don't like being photographed. If you need anything lifting then the Good Brothers of the Holy Crossroads are the first people to call.

Gibbs that made me laugh, from under the earth of course as I am still buried alive. Thanks

I quite fancied joining the Sisters of Perpetual Grumbling but the tea was always cold, the beds were hard and the porch needed painting. Nobody said hello when I visited, the sitting room was cold and the chair smelled of wee.

I didn't think I had much in common with them either

Where IS Paggy?

Buck up Sister Hully. Monseigneur comes to pray with you.

It was a different Monseigneur when I visited

I must indeed buck. I am feeling quite sorely weighed down (and not in a good way).

I have gone all to pieces.

I shall be put back together eventually, unlike Humpty.

Slike old TS said, "Mankind (sic) cannot bear very much reality."

Oh, and I'm not trying to be cryptic, just don't want to drone on, shall save it for the Sisters.

I am usually very good at it, a veritable past mistress, but sometimes it is bourne in upon one in a manner most insupportable and crushing.

I don't approve.

Go on. Give us a stream of consciousness.

Then we shall stroke your head and say 'pore ol' Hully' and give you cake and Ms Grape shall be invited around.

(I've heard she's been seen out on the town with Mr Grain)

I am slightly alarmed by Ms Grape, I am trying to keep her at bay a little, she has rather become my Very Best Friend, we go out together an awful lot. I am trying to see her as a cunning trickster rather than a delightful and entertaining soulmate.

I am just having one of those nasty three o'clock in the morning jobs where the reality insists on itself and will not be papered over.

Why can't it all be dancing?