I am not, but can you lend me a bob until next Thursday to mend the shed? I am expecting a postal order and can pay you back as soon as it comes. Love, Ewan.
I’d love to, but unfortunately have recently committed all my available funds to a business venture in Nigeria, and I’m currently awaiting the results. Once that is resolved, I’m expecting to have significant financial flexibility, and at that point, I would be in a much better position to lend.
The story so far: Rosamund’s father has become ensnared by Mr. Shabby’s extraordinary personal magnetism. Bob and Janet have eaten Mr. Farquar’s goldfish during an Oxfam lunch, and Mrs. Elsmore’s marriage is threatened by Doug’s insistence that he is on a different level of consciousness. Louise’s hernia has been confirmed, and Jim, Bob’s brother, has run over the editor of the ‘Lancet’ on his way to see Jenny, a freelance Pagoda designer. On the other side of the continent Napoleon still broods over the smoldering remains of a city he had crossed half the earth to conquer…
It amazes me how some people just refuse to put their money to anything actually useful.
If I had money, I promise I’d do something useful with it. Like putting up a shed in my garden.
In addition to the shed you already have? If so, I must ask: Are you, in fact, Arthur “Two Sheds” Jackson?
I am not, but can you lend me a bob until next Thursday to mend the shed? I am expecting a postal order and can pay you back as soon as it comes. Love, Ewan.
I’d love to, but unfortunately have recently committed all my available funds to a business venture in Nigeria, and I’m currently awaiting the results. Once that is resolved, I’m expecting to have significant financial flexibility, and at that point, I would be in a much better position to lend.
Take care, Ken Shabby (deceased)
The story so far: Rosamund’s father has become ensnared by Mr. Shabby’s extraordinary personal magnetism. Bob and Janet have eaten Mr. Farquar’s goldfish during an Oxfam lunch, and Mrs. Elsmore’s marriage is threatened by Doug’s insistence that he is on a different level of consciousness. Louise’s hernia has been confirmed, and Jim, Bob’s brother, has run over the editor of the ‘Lancet’ on his way to see Jenny, a freelance Pagoda designer. On the other side of the continent Napoleon still broods over the smoldering remains of a city he had crossed half the earth to conquer…