It's astonishing that anyone is capable of thought around here.
Just this morning I was airing the Captain's cabin and a parade of "guests" emerged from under the bed.
Ducky had the sherry bottle under a wing and the frogs were a little groggy,
but Carnaby gave me a sheepish grin.
I don't mind, really. The Captain wasn't there and Santa Claus wasn't either. If Herman Simpson wants to move in please tell him from me that he will have to make separate sleeping arrangements.
