I must needs finish mine writings within the hour for twain reasons. First, Hair Trump possesseth the focus of an ankle-biter, having survived thrice annum (yea, far more grievous than the terrible twos), though he doth don a dirty diaper changed, with less frequency than his mind, bidaily. Have you heard the loud-speaking lad tell tales opposed to dreadful the news of yore? For the beast hath turneth to assail yet another office or hapless group of unfortunates.
Did you spot the new word? I used it in the paragraph above and it can be defined by context.
The word is —
[Pause for ambiant music.]
A Scotsmen with bagpipes enters stage left. I had requested a medieval lute player, but aye dinna speak clearly, ken?
‘Washerwoman’ winds down, the audience collectively wipe tears from their eyes. The tall kilt clad lad drops one end of a parchment scroll. Shall we call him Angus? It unrolls. His fingers scan top to bottom until he finds it. My new word.
He is a talented soul who could easily be a loud-speaker without playing pipes as a side gig.
The word… HE SHOUTS, is
BIDAILY: It is self explanatory.
And now I’ve forgotten the point of this post. Oh, I was planning to say Trump sold stocks, crashed the market intentionally, bought stocks back, then reversed the policy.
Unrelated: adopt, don’t shop.
A lot from Lydia 