That Poor Manfish

All is well with the world. A daft episode of 'Voyage To The Bottom Of The Sea' is running, it's not long until bedtime, and everything intended for the day has been done. There have even been a couple of games of 'Magic Maze', and 'To Say Nothing Of The Dog' awaits for some relaxing pre-sleep reading. What a grand thing to anticipate. How nice it will be to get back to Cyril, Ned, Verity and Terence, as incongruities threaten the space-time continuum during a leisure trip down the Thames. Is it still possible to boat down the Thames? That would be a nice trip to make.

September is here, and the Grand Wheel of the Seasons is turning once again. Autumn is upon us, and blackberries are spotting hedges everywhere we look. If it weren't for the boxes of berries from last year sitting in the freezer, it would be time to go out and risk all the brambles in fetching a new bounty of free fruit. Oh, such memories of rips, abrasions and stings are etched in the memory, ready to dispel any sudden ambitions at foraging and questing! The obsession will not return; that irrational urge to gather, gather, and gather even more. It will... be... resisted...

Life continues, even as the Seaview is manhandled by a giant Manfish, and these words spill out semi-randomly. It's nice to be relaxed. It makes the homework writing more creative, and eases the stresses of every day existence. Oh, the poor Manfish, does it deserve such punishment? I know those submarines look pretty tasty, but surely it could control itself somehow? Right? Blast, it took a missile. Curse you, puny humans!

Yes, Autumn is upon us, the bookcase project is running out of time, the next academic year is about to pounce, and all kinds of things are lurking in the calendars of the crazy people of the world. Will it be good? Will it be silly? Will certain people get toppled from their positions of power? Will yoghurt be found on Venus? None of these questions will be answered here on the Quirky Muffin!

O.