I’m in a muddle.

It's nonsense that we mumble, so they tell me.

Who does ?

Him.

I thought that you said "they" ?

Yes. That was then, when they were in.

Well look, where did they get to ?

I don't know. They disappeared.

Well let's ask him.

Who ?

Over there.

And pray that no one heard.

Heard what ?

What we were saying.

And what was that ?

Oh l don't know.

We mumble nonsense so they tell me.

Yes. You told me so.

Did l ?

Oh.

Reset your password Joan! I know I’d rather be in teaching than picketing or even reading a book with my feet up at home.

Just wrote a full piece to go with this and pressed the back key instead of save 🤦‍♀️ that’s how much of a muddle and haste instead of concentrating on the picketing line of the bastille, I really need to keep it real, uncle Mitch where is your pitch?

With him!

Who?

Them!

I thought you said him?

That was then!

Reset your password is coming up now ! What about all the banners and picket words we spelt out.

I will print it all out whilst you rest on the couch.

Then all this muddle should have left and we can have a clear head.

Goodnight Uncle, kiss Auntie Joan on the forehead as that’s all that really matters in the end of a Resetting your password you silly old ………….