One-track conversation:-
Is it morally acceptable to escape prison by swapping identities with your eight month old son?
Ming says Worthing wanted to do it. He chose to be eight-months old. It was perfect cover!
(No wonder Worthing suddenly seemed to like Syllabubs!)
True; no-one noticed the baby that left in the Head Guard's arms was Ming.
The Head Guard even changed his nappy!
(I'll send three pumpkins, I think!)
Until yesterday, I didn't feel like a mother.
Didcott fed and clothed Worthing.
I dug the garden.
But, now, he's in prison - and I want him back!
Ming is sorrowful.
"Didn't you want to see me?" he asks (as he follows me mournfully round the house).
I've invented a repost -
'Oh! Go pull a weed!'
Good that, eh?
(Not that I say it out loud!)
Of course I was wanting to see him! Every minute!
"We'll just swap around," he says consolingly. "Me, Didcott and Worthing. We'll go to prison in turns."
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(He's given me Forsythia cuttings. Leaned over a neighbour's wall and . . . )
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(Now he's at the Horticultural Society buying Rooting Powder.)
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(He's alright really!)
(Even if he has left our youngest son incarcerated on an M.O.D. bus!)
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