Oh no. I've just accidently paid a visit to the cakeshop of love. I haven't put back my Italian cakey, but I have accidentally picked up a Dave the Tart.

Honestly, what planet do these people live on? And why isn't it farther away?

This soft grass suggests 'softness' to me, but also at the same time 'lying-down-ness'.

I am exhausted by trying to get along with the Lord.

Tom is back on a flight at 6:15 P.M. That is 6:15. Do you get it? Not 6:00 P.M. but 6:15 P.M. And do you know how many minutes that is? I do. I have also become a Time Lord.

Everyone is so obsessed with themselves nowadays that they have no time for me.

You make me laugh like a loon on loon tablets!