Oh my.
Celty holds his mind in his hands despairingly looking at the computer screen, rather tipsy to say the least, (drink hot illusion, 40% back in ones), oh and of course, wacky baccy, nevertheless, I tell myself my mind is intact, and after considering the options thusfar on offer decline such offers in favour of my sanity,
SHAMUSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!
I want a word with you I do, but not right now.
Mouthy, I would most happily look after you, no personal bathing and all that stuff, I'm not that type, but if you want your chores done well, your shopping, your cleaning, the washing up and wiping up, no problem, we can get this down to a military exercise.
However, though I'm most sure it would be most wondrous sleeping with you also, would you mind in the convenience of the marriage, in the prenuptial agreement so to speak, that I pass up on that particular opportunity, I am good at cleaning though. I kind of miss visiting the old dears in the congregation and looking after them, in fact, how about instead, we drop the marriage of convenience part, and I adopt you as my granny/granma? You'd be well looked after I can tell ee that.
Tell you what, you arrange the legalities and I'll be your adoptive grandson (anything for a Canadian passport/residency).
Excuse me though Grace, would you mind the occasional flight to Fuji and could you trust me?
Celty (wrigglin') & puzzled, deeplyyyy puzzeled.