<Cautiously and quietly creeps carefully to adit of adverb mine cunningly concealed behind heap of discarded gerunds, then courageously covers adverbs' escape hatch, permanently trapping them in a pile of past use-by dated participles.>

<Settles back contentedly with kiwifruit pie and Stumpy Scrumpy.>

<walks, sits, eats, bores.>

takes large guzzle sized sip of coffee flavoured rum kindly supplied by MistyCat.

wanders out of treehouse and sees 'adverb mine'

but it isn't mine

ponders over adverb as knows they exist and have a purpose but cannot remember what and why they exist.

takes another sip of medicine as attempt to regain memory.

remembers there is more diluted coffee in mug.

sips again

forgets what problem was and even forgets there was aproblem

agrees with comment that memory will improve when I develop Alzheuimer's.

takes large guzzle sized sip of coffee flavoured rum kindly supplied by MistyCat.

wanders out of treehouse and sees 'adverb mine'

but it isn't mine

ponders over adverb as knows they exist and have a purpose but cannot remember what and why they exist.

takes another sip of medicine as attempt to regain memory.

remembers there is more diluted coffee in mug.

sips again

forgets what problem was and even forgets there was aproblem

agrees with comment that memory will improve when I develop Alzheuimer's.

Finds nugget of tautology near to the mine that doesn't belong to Bunyip.


Puts in pocket and carries it with me to enquiringly ask the others who are not me

if it belongs to one of them (ie. the others) and is the property of one of them.

Wait in attentive mode for answer to as yet unasked question that will find the owner of the nugget.

<Hopes it is neither my tautology nor the tautology, mine.>
<Worries in a concerned way that it might possibly be both.>

<hears a woosh of incoming Onomatopoeia>

<ducks for cover to avoid possibility of croaking>

Remembers a poem from the great days in the distance enchanted.


" the stuttering rifles rapid rattle..."


also " I sprang to the stirrup and Joris and he: Dirk galloped I galloped, we galloped all three"

<Despairingly recalls time when I also sprang to the stirrup and I galloped, he galloped, she galloped, we galloped, you galloped, they galloped, he, she or it will have been about to have had galloped and nobody thought to put Aix into the bleedin SatNav.>

<Waits for directions on side of road, listening to MP3 of bugles calling from sad shires.>

<Weeps.>

<watches MC boogie woogie to unheard bugle calls>

<worries that all is not well in the Shire>

<sends message of condolence to poor hobbitses>

< Hands MC a map and a hankie. Thinks he is unlikely ever to find the picnic if he persists in confusing the two. >

< Wishes CR would stop encouraging the hobbits as they always bring bad will,ill feeling and some angry trolls>

Not forgetting the hairy feet.

Pins reminder on treehouse fridge..."don't forget the vacuum cleaner at the pic-nic"


Just in case Justin Kays the maddest and hairiest hobbit arrives

<returns from conference, sick and sleep-deprived>

<puts down rhubarb pie at sight of hobbits>

<wonders if one has returned to correct fforum>

<yields>

wanders in again.

wonders if seeing hobbits is result of bad habbitses.

decides that old joke of Rhubarb pie belonging to Omar Khayyam should be revived

allows someone else to do so in case it has become a capital offence

recalls old joke (another) of difference between war horse and cart horse.

Decides that chocolate therapy is required.

exits pursued by a bare ......

<realises that old joke knowledge is utterly lacking>

<also realises lack of innate punnery>

<runs before someone realises the hidden cod, causing a panic>

<relaxes by going to see horses>

<hangs head in shame at lack of classical education>

<googles and kind of understands rhubarb pun>

Oh, to be on a war horse and darting into the fray!!

Come my friends, oppose your sea of troubles and get your feet wet.

Worry not about a classical education. See what happened to the Greeks of 2500 years ago. They had a classical education and never invented the meat pie with tomato sauce, or the chiko roll, or the Yorkie Bar, or the tram.

So there are things to be said for a contemporary educaion.

a contemporary education with a full set of contemporaneous notes would be beneficial at tiems

<notes that we are fortunate indeed to be uneducated and jolly>

<passes a note>

<passes ES some fresh paper>