A Load of Old Hogmanay.

Drrrrrrrring.

Drrrrrrrinnnnnnng

Driiiiii….

Aye?

Bob!

Aye.

It’s me!

Who?

No, me!

You!

NO!!! ME!!!!!!

Can we start again?

Ok.

Drrrrrrrring

Go away!

Happy New year Bob!

I don’t believe in it, it’s a load of Hogmanay, I mean Hogwash.

Have you EVER washed a hog?

Never, have you?

I’ve been muzzled by one.

Luck man, what can aye do for you, I mean I – aye’ve only just a woken.

I need to speak to Ms Penny.

Ha! Chance would be a fine thing laddie.

Laddie? Me? It’s my birthday soon you know.

What would you like as a present?

Right now I’d like to speak to Ms Penny.

Fat chance, she’s of a-tunnelling.

Tunnelling? Do we need more tunnelling?

Aye, that we do, the caravan is full. There’s nay room to swing a box.

DON’T SWING THEM! Sorry, some of them are breakable.

How can an archive be breakable?

Memories.

Ah.  Yes, there’s that, fragile memories……I don’t really swing them; it was a metaphor.

A way of speech?

Aye.

Can you get a message to her?

I could send the cat.

Do that, tell her I’m looking for Horace.

Horace? I’ve not heard his name in a long time.

Ten years I think.

Then it’s time.

Nine thirty.

What?

The time.

Go away.

Bye Bye Bob.

And a bye bye from Bob bobbing back to you.

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