Yesterday, while walking into town, a rather drunk man approached me with flowers, he handed me the flowers and told me in crudely put together words to give them to the first person I saw of whom I thought required them.

Now very conscious of the daffodils in my hand I continued down the road and reached a lady walking in the other direction who looked quite miserable.  It seemed quite obvious that she required something to cheer her up so I handed her the flowers and told her I had been told to give them to her.  She laughed, took them and continued down her path now with a smile on her face.

What a pleasant way of doing things.

Andy and I are in the computing labs off of the union green. Shalt we be seeing you soon as we’d so much like be meeting you. We find our selves quite unknowing of the status that is the presentation.  Please arrange a rendezvous before the third hour is upon us so we might arrange for crumpets and tea among enlightening conversations.

Spit spot,
Ross and your delighting writer, Andrew Paul Barratt.