Wouldn't it be great if Paul did read our magnificent postings, just so that he'd know he was still loved.
Seriously, can you imagine the disparate group members of the TIBB Hadley Wood expeditionary force pounding the pavements in hot pursuit?
Led by the intrepid collie, straining at the leash, we could speedwalk(you know, that bum-waddling thing) up and down until we located the target.
Then, we could distract Helen with a glittery shiny thing whilst the more seasoned members of the group smuggle Paul into my car.
Here I can inaugurate him into some of the pleasures which only maturity, skill and experience can bring.
I feel it is only fair to Helen that he should be fully versed in these before making that lifetime commitment.
Not wishing to be entirely selfish, when I have finished with him, and if he is still breathing,
of course the rest of you can have him. I think it is only fair to state at this point, however, that once a man has eaten my Dutch Applecake, he is unlikely to want for more!
Paul, once again, if you're looking in, you're mine! It may take time, it may take patience, it may take great cunning and fortitude. I will prevail!
Mine, all mine I tell you!
