Greetings, My Sprout
Nov 14th
Paul and I, we’ve been hunting for the ice-bellied domino warbler near and around-abouts Cape Spartel, you know, Tangiers, my dear. Progress has been incremental as we have tracked a small flock using Mr. Z’s patented warb-whistler. Yes, Florence, remember that odd piece of haberdashery we plucked from the Morrocan marketplace in those steamiest of [...]
Weekender
Mar 24th
Dear Kingsley,
I was ironing my slacks earlier (LOLLZ, WUWT-maid suing for harrassment) when an astonishing bit of inspiration struck. I bought a house out on the Camans some odd years ago and have yet to visit it!
Pack your finest warbler glasses and we simply must head out there this instant. I sent a wire [...]
Sometimes the Boar Eats You
Feb 20th
Dearest Angeline,
On the 12th of May, pack your essentials and the board the train to Calvington. You’ll pack seven bathing suits, whereas my cunning self shall pack none. Note that we shall spend one week with the Livington-Grambles and then head out to Wembley where Lord Morrie Tad Barbie shall host us. Oh, how you [...]
