Dong's Tool and the Spectral Blow Job

A fine title for a posting on these pages if ever I saw one.

It's been a few days since I last sat myself in front of the old steam-driven laptop; a combination of early (but long) shifts over the last four days and a desire to simply plonk myself by the wood burner instead of writing nonsense has resulted in the few days' lack of output from yours truly.

But here we are again, and off I go again spouting double entendres like there's no tomorrow.

'Twas upon Sunday last that Mrs the Millbrooker and I ventured up to Shazzerooneypoos' lofty abode to indulge in a warming cuppa and some everyday chit-chat.

As we opened the garden gate, we were met with the astonishing sight of Dong utilising his tool with his back turned on Auntie Sharon.

Ah yes, the autumn ritual of sawing up wood for the fire; even more gratifying when the wood has been obtained gratis from a local construction site. Huzzah!

Our arrival meant the beginning of short break from his labours for Dong who gratefully slumped into a chair at the dining table after making us all a nice cuppa, only to have a mysterious object thrust into his hands by Shazzerooneypoos into which he was instructed to blow.

Dutifully, if with a minor grump, our man did as he was told and exhaled manfully. In the immortal words of Rolf Harris (and with apologies to those with southern hemisphere accents) "kin you giss whit it is yit?". The clue is in the fact that it was last Sunday - 31st of October.

Yes, indeed, Shazzerooneypoos - being a lady of inimitable taste - was readying her abode with delightful decorations for Halloween. Dong's contribution of hot air was, of course, vital to the proceedings. As it always is.