PS Magazine - TB 43-PS-745

PS, The Preventative Maintenance Monthly

ISSUE 745

DECEMBER 2014
PS Magazine - TB 43-PS-745 - Page 16 of 33
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PS 745
DEC 14
Aye, Wally. Why
do
they call it the
War of the Roses, when it’s
too bloody
cold
here for roses to bloom?
But it’s
August.
That’s my
point.
We’ve
been at
this siege
so long,
I can’t
even tell
a
Welsh
summer
from
winter
anymore.
Milord, I promise
this
is it. We
finally
cut off their pesky seaside
supply chain. By our calculations,
they haven’t got enough grub to
last another week.
No grub,
you say? Ah,
but these
7
-year-itchy
holdouts are clever.
What if they resort to
grubs,
plural?
We’ve got
that
covered,
too. We snuck
someone
into the keep
disguised as
the Orkynnin
man.
There won’t be a grub or
louse left wriggling by
nightfall. No midnight snacks
for those Lancastrian dOgs!
Can it
be
true,
Wally?
Has the tide
turned in
our favor?
Shall I see my
dear wife Anne at
last? Will I be able
to bathe and shave
at leisure? And can
I
finally
exchange
these infernally
wet dungarees for
dry
ones?
All I know is
the sky weeps
more here than a
troubadour who’s
lost his muse.
Milords… we’ve
really
got… the Lancastrians
…on the skids… now!
Milords…
what ho!
who’s this
then?
{sigh}
You
said that
three
years ago.
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