My Diary: The Only Honest Man In The Room

I got out of bed the imaginary garden side‭ (‬with luxurious perfume and layers of bird song‭) ‬and then dressed as a mandrill‭ ‬-‭ ‬which is quite normal for a Friday morning.‭ ‬Unfortunately I soon fell into the intestinal scaffolding which holds up the theatrical scenery.‭ ‬I scrambled about the nexus of pipes expecting any minute for the audience to erupt into uncontrolled laughter.‭ ‬When it didn’t I went to work in the church mouse mine.

The Only Honest Man In The Room

The Only Honest Man In The Room

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