Spotted Dick (a British dessert)
Spotted Dick (a Canadian desert)
Everyone in Mook Manor is running around. Mook A is running around trying to get on social assistance (which, from the look on his face when he came back from the government offices today, does not look like a fun thing). Mook B is running around like he is always running around; fifty things at once and all dipped in hysteria. Even their friend, who came on Sunday and was so much fun, also lost her job and is running around for another one too. The world is nuts.
What this means is that I have to do my own running around. (Go to film—and a darker, muddier, cheaper looking film you haven't seen...but you'll get the picture.)
I wonder if the running around will ever stop on their parts so they can spend a little time paying attention to me. Might be time to anoint a bed or a rug again.
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