Thomas slept in the garden last night.

Oh, what fun! What delightful fun! Under the apple tree. Then the birds starting chirping, drilling into my head with their messages of doom and subversion fun and happiness. I remember playing in that tree when I was young. Little Thomas with his little apple. Look at High! It's like a maggot! How I hated those showers. So many schools, so many showers, so many people to find. Thomas is all grown up now and wants to show you what he knows about musculoskeletal manipulation. The itch is getting worse. What day is this? Tuesday? Friday? Is it fish today, mother? Must get out for a wander Scratch that itch.