SOCK-IT-TO-EM BABY (HAPPY EASTER!)

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Ron Eklof has sent a haiku.

(Everyone's trying to cheer me up.)

I find no relief

Amid the dead nasturtiums

For dear Ming is gone

They're not dead!

Hmmm.

Worthing says - "It's the thought that counts!".

(He's the gentler of the two.)

I say - "Ming has not 'gone' - he's simply absent - temporarily."

In fact - today, he phoned!

(All mobile prisoners are being given the opportunity to call a relative of their choice, free and for three minutes - because it's Easter!)

He says the prison bus is moving randomly around the country like a Cruise Missile - or an Armed Response Unit.

No-one can tell where it's going or where it's been.

(Security.)

At night, it stops in lay-bys. In the morning, it moves on.

Ming's seeing quite a lot of the countryside this way. He says he's 'put in a suggestion' that they try Europe next. The driver's thinking about it.

Time ran out and the phone went dead.

Mrs Rustbridger has been to the police because, she says - I "stole her washing".

Now, whenever she walks past our house, the children shout

"Sock-it-to-'em-baby"

from an upstairs window.

(If they catch me laughing - I'll pretend it's because of the man with the giant pumpkin.)

(HAPPY EASTER!)

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For Tomorrow