Sunday brunch at Kilbeys wore Maud out and she slept right through Big Daddy-o's frenzied attack on their concrete driveway.
Nothing could wake her up...not one of Big Daddy-o's favourite books:
Even biographies of two of the ALP's most interesting and enigmatic leaders of recent times didn't rouse her...
Vogue just sunk her further into the pillow.
As a famous person once said "There's nothing to fear but fear itself". But he hadn't heard of the biggest, baddest bank around - and only that could wake Maud from her slumber...
All in all, it had been an exhausting day, so when great-aunt Patsy and great-uncle David came up from Canberra to play, Maud felt just the slightest bit demonic...
2 comments:
Dear High Priestess of Evil
It was obviously the Book of Knots that pushed you to the darker side,and I don't blame you.
Martin Amis? ALP biographies? It's no wonder Maud was sleeping -- she was closing her eyes to the intellectual/political overload!
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