My girlfriend, the lovely Alhambrette, has kindly knitted me a very fine sky blue jumper with an embroidered Rambler taking his leave over a country stile.
Two sheep watch in the neighbouring field. One observes to the other;
'When, I'm going through bouts of insomnia, I count ramblers.'
I told Alhambrette I loved it. But when she left I burned it in an oil drum.
Still no sign of our narrator. The quest goes ever onward.
Jez.
ps. I thank the many who have responded with offers of help to locate RB at jezwinklepicker@hotmail.co.uk. Many of you have left kind words of encouragement also, yet the majority of response seems to fall into the bank account fraud/homosexual deviance/bestial hijinx category. Tut Tut.
