A Brief Interlude on the C2384

Bernard reckons that the only way out of the present situation is to kidnap a meteorologist.  However, as I pointed out, he already had a collection.  I went along to see my Mum, who, as ever, is in receipt of such high quality care.  She even rationally mentioned this. 
 
I read today that whilst Mussorgsky was tootling away on his kazoo and completing ‘Boris Godunov’ (1871?) – that’s the year and not the price – he took a severe aversion to dairy produce.  Critical musicologists have made the inference that it’s why he never completed his 'Milk Float Symphony'.
 
I must treat myself to some fire cement tomorrow.