The return of Not Entirely Serious Fiction
Miss Helena Kensington reclined in her garden lounger. It was a rainy day but Miss Kensington had, as she put it, "bought the bloody thing," so she was going to "fucking well use it".
Next door Lord Walthamstow peered over his fence. He had been pruning his bushes, but whilst under the influence of LSD had pruned them to mere stumps. He spied Miss Kensington in her lounger; something about her struck him as different to the morning, when he had watched her putting her clothes on using binoculars – a radical method of dressing but she preferred it to any other.
He suddenly realised what it was:
"Miss Kensington!" he exclaimed "You do appear to be covered in lizards!"
"What utter nonsense," dismissed Miss Kensington "have you been at the LSD again?" She enquired sternly, as a gecko playfully scuttled along her forehead.
Yet Lord Walthamstow was insistent. As they debated the matter, several assorted skinks and a small Gila monster, perturbed by the rain, sought shelter beneath the lounger.
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