IsAbelle was wondering around the formal garden. She looked at a set of planters each planted up with many a pansy. All of a sudden one of the pots started playing noisy banjo music. She jumped back, startled. At lunchtime she enjoyed some juicy capon with mash, veg and gravy. In the afternoon she enjoyed a ride in a horse-drawn wagon. Annoyingly the banjo music started up part way round the ride too!
He had had Lots to drink last night - bEer, wine, shorts, etc. So it was no surprise that the next morning started with a thumping hangover. He made a blend of Worcester sauce, lemon juice and egg yolk to quell the hangover. He was drinking it ok until a few pieces of egg shell got stuck in his throat. Today wasn't going too well!
BEnedict was a pious monk and during the winter months it was his task to show visitors around the abbey. He was very old school and always moved the women into a subgroup so that there was no inappropriate behaviour between the sexes on the tours. Because it was winter he came equipped with a heavy woven blanket. Among the visitors on the next group was a talkative loud golfer. "Maybe I should have visited this place before playing golf today - I might then not have got a bogey on the 7th", he joked, though no one else thought it was amusing! At first the visitors were foxed as there was no sign of a guide. The talkative member was just about to sound off about the domed ceiling when someone else found that Benedict had dozed off and was sound asleep on one of the pews. Benedict was embarrassed and jumped to his feet. He hurried the formalities, even forgetting to separate the men and women, but he soon got into his usual routine. "This here is an unusual coded codex from 1691; a lot of time was spent working out what the code is." As he concluded this highlight of the tour, they were all interrupted by the sound of the abbey modem doing its whistling handshake. "You don't have modern internet then - you are in the dark ages here", quipped the talkative golfer. Benedict was relieved when he'd gone!
It seemed that Life had dealt him a raw deal recently. He reached into the cupboard and there was a clonk as he put the bottle of plonk on the table rather firmly. He was going to drown his sorrows. But before he opened the bottle the view out of the window caught his attention. The cloud formation was spectacular. He ferreted around for his hi-res camera so that he could take some descent photos of the scene. One of these was such a good picture that he made hundreds of pounds on sales in a short period. The cheap wine never got drunk!
