It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat.
------------ Kenneth Grahame
Friday, June 04, 2004
He pulls a piece of paper from his jeans pocket, limp and frayed at the folds, and spreads it open. "Oh, yeah," he mutters. "Fate."
Folds it up and returns it to his pocket. No time for that now. He has things to do.