Back to the cake and the chocolates,...
Look! We’ve killed a cake—we stole up on it—we got in a circle—we crept up—the cake squealed—we hit the cake—I fell on top—I cut the cake’s throat,... you should have seen it!
An improvisatory, essentially indefensible, randomly configured tragi-comedy
(no great revelations are likely to be accrued from its consumption)
"There's no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing."Or, as I often say,
"It's only Gwent out there, just stay indoors in the warm and dry."