Georgie clipped Pimple around the ear, ‘Pimple, your mother is on the phone!’
‘But she says we shouldn’t have mobile phones as they give you cancer of the grey matter,’ he said, defending and resolutely bracing himself for a sock or a clip, but neither came, just a whispered word in his shell like.
‘Shusssh, be quiet, there’s a good boy,’ and she soothed his brow and let him settle and then clipped him around his shell like and, as he reeled, so she followed through with a sock on his conk. ‘Now shut up,’ but then made a show of unclipping her brassier, taking pimple’s hand and directing it forthwith to an advanced bosom position, so desirous of many boys of an impressionable age and, in a most efficaciously mollifying way.
Whilst giving the appearance of being mollified, Pimple’s emoti
