Pickled eggs for breakfast, lunch and tea - Jeez, what about the bloody ozone layer. Any more of that and the Oz catters will be roasted!
Mine's a mother-in-law please - old and bitter. And Liz, if the cat's got furballs, he's a lucky little sausage. I'm freezing at the moment, and a bit more insulation darn there wouldn't do any harm...
And ain't it grand to wander into a pub that never closes? Mind you, I don't like the look of that bloke in the corner fingering his possum ocarina - there's a strange miasma around him. Must be the pickled eggs.