Good day my fine friends today’s picture is of a visitation to my once pal.

On my arrival I was fair riddled with envy at said pal having a bath-time type ball in the kitchen basin therefore fortuitously for my good self his M’Laydee nipped-off to perform a telephonic communication and yours truly nipped-into the fun time festivity but my, now no longer pal, was having none of it and there followed a watery wrangle and my good self was wrested off and took an uncontrolled tumble into the adjoining harbour of crocks.

When I had composed my pained-self I must admit I enjoyed a gratifying feast from the merry melange of flotsam fodder bobbing about my person and would have been suitablly sustained for the entire afternoon if it were not for a following event.

Suffice to say a further non-congenial conflict occurred over the right to partake in the pleasure of the bath time ducking dude as the baby bounder was reluctant to divvy up a divide-of-time to the plastic pet therefore a cross boundary battle commenced. 

Well M’aydee re-appeared and before a fiasco could occur I attempted to curry favour and therefore imparted M’aam I have been vigorously beavering away with a Brillo.

I sensed gratitude therefore further ventured to express a disgruntle with regards to the offspring and his self-centred tendencies and stressed that I in no way lay blame on his parental guidance and suggested there might be a rogue ancestral streak of petty type and subsequently imparted the duck dilemma and why she rightly told the young cad that twas only common decency to share his treasures with others and said

"LemMe is your friend, now apologise" and then departed again on another telephonic mission and well my flabber was gasted as the offspring did holler "LemMe I’m really sorry you’re my friend".

With no attempt to quell a rapidly rising fury I deduced the cad would be harbouring notions of banging out a spontaneous musical medley of an improvised percussion pan type and therefore highlighted his lack of fine instruments and embarked on a bashing, banging and belting spree.

This brought an infuriated M’Laydee back to the scene of contention and in an attempt to quell her wrath I informed her that there been a deliberate bubbular incident of innard blunder type in the adjoining harbour that had been highly and grossly dramatised and had resulted in yours truly regurgitating the previous floating fodder fest to a now flotsam and
jetsom state

The mother shrieked, embarked on a verbal assault of my person and yours truly, complete with lacerations to my person from a neglect of attention to water bound weaponry in my escape, did scramble out of the no longer amiable aquatic activity arena.

The bambino surprisingly in apparent attempt to make restitutory amends whipped up the vessel evidenced in the pictorial background and offered to dust me over with his powder of talcum type to ward off an onslaught of chaff and peppered me with the contents of the carnival coloured can and then briskly buffed me over in frisk fashion.  Well it transpires the bounder had bombarded me with nothing less than a scouring compound and my escape-bound bruises and welts were inflamed to roaring state and I succumbed into a pained faint to the audible hysterics of both parties and came smartingly around to a cackling crowd and my marching orders.   I hobbled off and after a substantial enough passage of distance to ensure a sefe harbour I hollered to the best of my weakened state.  “I retract and reapportion the aforementioned ancestral blame“.