It looks like a bothering sort of day.

For one person who dreams of making fifty thousand pounds, a hundred people dream of being left fifty thousand pounds.

We'll be Friends Forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet. Even longer,' Pooh answered.

On Tuesday, when it hails and snows, The feeling on me grows and grows That hardly anybody knows If those are these or these are those.

I might have known,” said Eeyore. “After all, one can’t complain. I have my friends. Somebody spoke to me only yesterday. And was it last week or the week before that Rabbit bumped into me and said ‘Bother!’. The Social Round. Always something going on.

Of beer, an enthusiast has said that it could never be bad, but that some brands might be better than others.

If you want to make a song more hummy, add a few tiddely poms.