Did you hear? There’s one of them mermaids up the canal. I know. Fancy! Perched on the gas main she is, combing her hair and singing them dirty songs. Scarcely dressed, I heard. Filthy thing. Never would have believed it, not round here. But you mark my words. She’ll be hounded out, soon enough, with a right round flea in her ear.
My Eric seems to spend a lot of time fishing, these days.