Anyway, he threw out the packing crates yesterday. He KNEW there would be a 10% market value rise of packing crates today, and that I planned to sell them in the orient.
Something dear uncle Dawson sent this morning with the postman:
The beast surely is angry, if even junior bards sing of it.
I will now eat this entire carton of cucumber slices mixed with woodchips. Doctor's orders for a healthy...nose...or something. Yes. A healthy nose.