Wot dat? Advanced as in years? Dozen madder, it sounds good. And to think I've waited all these years to earn some kinda award. Yeah, feels good too. In this house I get the pancake award cos I make yummy ones. Cooking is my 'other' outlet. Later, I'll rustle up a batch of scones. Hot and fresh is the ONLY way to pig out on scones. And for din dins tonight I'll throw together a potato (cottage) pie soived with steamed spinach. It's true ya know, the way to a man's heart is via his stomach. After that, you can play with his willie.

The three local boys I chat to on their way to the school bus get a big dose of silliness from me, and I'm kinda used to the looks I get..."what planet are you from?" But they always stop for a chat and their daily dose of lunacy from 'the bloke who lives on the corner'. They also get choc coated honeycomb, scones, lemon cheese and various other goodies...all home made of course. I'm here to tellya, ladies and genitals, eccentricity rocks.

Okies, now that I've been elevated to advanced status, I'm compelled to post another chapter of Horace Fink. And by the way, while I'm thinking about it, I like Camy. I admire wit in a ... er, uh... person. And Camy is a superb wit, albeit a tad modest.

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