ermine and the fay traded potato wine ....

my dear monday morning what is the centre coming to in the kitchen bit I was sorting out some mouldy crumbs lying about the carpet after the fay trade coffee morn a week ago my late husband egregious mozart did enjoy the mouldy bits the chooch always drops around the floor when in comes the rectifier a chooch wadding close behind its downright stupid he said to her we cannot have it and stomped the floor we cannot have fay traded chocolate filled holy bread and potato wine from bootswinner or ilsa veedoor what is she thinking of rectifier at that the chooch wadding gathered her becomings and slammed the door oh such a fright you never knew and back to my crack in the wall I scuttled ermine 21 August 2014