Ooh, prickly
Ooh, prickly

I was walking back to the house, having just done a quick milk dash to the Coop with young Jimbo in the buggy. As I passed the church on the way back, I saw a poster in the window. It said:

Life After Death?

and had one of those thingies on the right here next to it. I think you are supposed to use them to keep your trilby on in high winds or something. I prefer to use Blu-tack myself.

Anyway, without thinking and talking aloud, I heard myself say “Life after death? No bloody thanks, I want a rest”.