Wol, while out on one of his evening wing-stretches, was somewhat startled to see Pooh apparently afflicted with St Vitus’ Dance, reeling around the meadow adjacent to the Wood, singing sea shanties. He also seemed [more…]
Piglet decided that he was going to visit his friend Pooh, as it was a bright and sunny morning in Hundred Acre Wood. He was somewhat discomfited to find the little clearing outside Pooh’s abode filled [more…]
“So,” said Pooh, scanning the assembled animals who had joined his Brexit Delivery Group under the misapprehension that there would be free biscuits and tea, “Following the Downing Street Coup, we have been given the [more…]
“Hello, my name’s Pooh,” said WTP to the circle of animals sitting on the chairs in the village hall, “And I’m a Going Postal addict”. “Hello, Pooh,” they chorused. “We’ve all been there, Pooh,” said [more…]
I was musing on the small pleasures in life this morning: hot, clean water on a cold day; the scent of flowers that catches you unawares when walking through a dormant winter’s garden; the taste [more…]
“Afternoon, Pooh,” said Piglet, as he spotted a large pile of gift-wrapped parcels wobbling up the track to the Wood, “It is Pooh under there, isn’t it?” “Yes,” said Pooh, slightly muffled, “I’m having [more…]
“You’ll never guess where I’ve been this past week!” said Pooh to Eeyore as they were ambling along the track to Hundred Acre Wood. “Gitmo?” said Eeyore. “Nope,” said Pooh, “Not even warm.” “Vet?” said [more…]
“I’ve been offered a new job”, confided Pooh to Piglet as they sat in the autumn sunshine in Hundred Acre Wood. “I wasn’t really looking for one, but a nice man from the BBC Department [more…]
“I was reading the papers”, said Pooh, “And I noticed a thrilling trend, which I am going to embrace”. “God save us”, thought Eeyore, “Another day, another bandwagon. He just can’t help himself”, but in [more…]
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