A bright, clear dawn, with rosy fingers over the snow-capped mountains. Another gardening day! Lent without alcohol is going, well, okay...
M : Aperitivo time! Shall I get you sparkling apple juice?
L (mumbled under breath) : Zarking fardwarks!
M : I'm opening a bottle of Michel Lafarge Volnay to complement supper tonight - grape juice for you?
L (louder) : Zarking fardwarks!
M : And maybe a Sauterne to go with the apple crumble? I guess you'll pass, eh?
L (losing it, shouts) : Didn't you hear me? Zarking bloody fardwarks!
M (thinks) : My mother always warned me against marrying a Douglas Adams fan ...
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