Who has ever once known it to
fail? There one'll be, lazing
in an exchange with a learnèd
colleague on a subtle point of
familial homophobia, when sud-
denly he'll have to leap up to
to attend to rising hot cross
buns. The escape is on a par
with Toad's sighting of a mo-
tor car, impeccable in its sym-
pathies and impregnable in the
dominion of their object.
Just when it may seem, some-
thing could not be any worse,
we're probably right. But not
even the direst obduracy has
ever survived an insurrection
by that glossy pastry.
Happy weekend to us all ..
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