Eyelashes

My friend Joan phoned last night: we have a plan to go to Whitstable this winter and cycle along the seafront. She suggested velvet dresses and fake eyelashes, but I was a bit worried in case the wind blew our eyelashes away. Then I thought we could take butterfly nets to catch them in. So if you see two madwomen charging along on bikes chasing eyelashes with nets, that's us.
I've found it's a good plan to opt out of scoring systems. I don't like being 2 out of ten, or 3 out of ten. I like being camel out of elephant, and those who like to score other people are ant out of toad. Let them put that in their pipe and smoke it.