Cough luminescence has faintly flummoxed me for the present. Being a super-power has it’s price.
Bifocally, I am a failure. Please insert coins to the value of sad.
Well, as we say farewell to yet another Grapplehook Term, at the Academy of St. Elvis-in the-Martian-Plains, we reflect upon our achievements woefully under-achieved. That’s not a bad thing though, as our sponsored subject for this term was “Armed Robbery and Associated Studies”.
Matron returns from Holloway in the near future. Our prayers go to the Parole Board, and it’s officers in the Community.
It’s been a very philosophical time, at the Chateau Ettuspadix, as we are currently redecorating what we like to call the “Descartes Room” – at least we think we are. Of course we would have started with the “Existentialist Suite”, but that would just be Sartre for Sartre”s sake.