Great to have you check in mate. I've definitely missed being here. Your carrier pigeon landed on the observation deck this morning somewhat winded but still clutching your message. We scrambled to find some birdseed whil my son gave him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. So well fed was he that he had great difficulty lifting off the deck. After several abortive attempts, the last one augmented by the arrival of a fake owl, he managed to take off into a light breeze and should even now be casting his little shadow upon the choppy mid-Atlantic. We wish him a safe return.
You've bothering those lovely uniformed ladies again you say. Didn't matron send them a warning pamphlet to tack on their infirmary bulletin board after your last visit? I was under the impression that this was in response to several of our girls complaints about some unusual rashes and Olga's helpful if not unbiased complaint that you might have contracted a particularly debilitating and itchy condition that, according to her, no one this side of the Volga had the slightest resistance to. If so, where might you have contacted that anyway?
The ladies latrine was an unfortunate landing spot surely. However it may well have been inordinately better than your usual place of emergency landings. That would of course be Farmer Drubbins' pig sty. I understand that it has been long enough now between crashes that his pigs no longer run madly around in circles losing many valuable pounds every time a plane flies over the sty. Hmmmm. I wonder if that same affliction will now be visited upon the girls? If so, you could become their hero for sure as they will shed many pounds running about and never have to diet again.
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