Almost as hot as the stirricking steam from the kettle of my neighbour Mr. R. R. Puggleton, a renowned botanist.
I always admire the chirruping warble of the parlour cats when Elgar comes on the grammophiggle, and this reminds me of that.
Ooh, didn’t see you there. No time for a quote! Please don’t tell darling Roger that I hid a spaniel in the Victoria Sponge. It’s a surprise you see.
As my mother always use to tell me, you should never shrink from a fight with an upside-down sideboard. And this kind of thing really inspires me as I strap on my armour.