G’day, boys’n’ gulls! Byron the Quokka here–and what a mess it is. We’re not gonna get out of this weekend, are we?
Blimey! No Joe Collidge. No Oy, Rodney. And (oh the horror of it!) no Byron’s TV listings! How are you supposed to make it through the weekend without TV listings? Like, what is this–Russia?
The boss is sick. It’s like any minute now his poop is gonna pop. A word to the wise: keep your distance.
Maybe we can come back in the middle of the week. Can’t blame a chap for trying.
Byron, I am glad you have that stick to hold you up. Hope you start feeling better soon.
That’s okay brother, there is always tomorrow or next week. Prayers still on going for you and Patty.
We need them. I’ve been awful sick all day.
Prayers continue.
We can’t list without them.