Huzzah! Huzzah!    Let the joy be unconfined! Let no parsnip remain unbuttered! Bin there!

                                       

Mort, you bin singing this?
I bin waiting in the supermarket
standing in line with the beans (cash up)
I bin waiting at the post office
for sticky pictures of the queen (stick up)
now I'm waiting for you
to get yourself good 'n ready (make up)
thinking to myself is this what they mean
by going steady? (break up)
I bin waiting in the waiting room
and I've bin sitting in the sitting room
and now I'm cheering in The Happy Room
waiting for you's like waiting for the man in the moon
 

Where?

Hurrah, Mort!

I thought I'd drop in myself as I have just found the earrings for which I've been hunting for hours.  Annoyingly they were exactly where I thought they were to begin with, and were just hiding.

So it's a posh frock and the full works for Götterdämmerung this afternoon.  Champagne will also be obligatory though given the prices at the ROH we are planning on surreptitiously making our own arrangements.

Mort - have you tippexed your name and address on it yet?

Tommo

I have a sticky number on mine - well, on two of the three. The bins are far too big for my needs, except for the garden rubbish one, which is nowhere near big enough.

I can imagine your joy, Mort. What is life without bins? Or earrings, come to that, Ruth.

Mort,

Ah, yes, paint.

Tippex is for staplers.

I was getting my office stationery mixed up with my garbage collection devices.  An easy mistake to make when you love work as much as I do.

Tommo