..and the Germans say Nine

I fancied a bike ride today. While laying upon the bed I contemplated the many, many gases that could be used to inflate the tyres; Argon, Neon, Hydrogen, even air. I finally settled on air but at that point the rain had began to fall so I settled back to browse a book of anatomy.

I was forced from beneath the duvet into the kitchen by a revelation. Dabbing with swarfega and armed with a Prussian Blue felt tip I was able to correct the location of the elbow on the Marie Claire chart.

Trapped in the house I was forced to wash out the remains of oxtail from the old tins to pull together a watery broth. Weak.