JUST, ER...FRIENDS.

I WASN'T THINKING STRAIGHT, RIGHT.

AS WE ALWAYS SAY AT DANTE FIRES,
WHAT IS THE BURNING ISSUE?

MIND YOU, IN THE SAFARI PARK

AND I DO IT IN A LOVELY OLD BULL-NOSED MORRIS.

LYNN, CALL BILL ODDIE AND..

I MET A GUY CALLED JACK ON THE INTERNET,
THEN HE WENT BACK TO HIS WIFE.

PARTRIDGE. YES, I'LL HOLD.

I'M HAVING AN ATTACK OF THE OLD FLAKES AGAIN.
THIS MORNING, MY PILLOW LOOKED LIKE A FLAPJACK.

JACKA-NACKA-NORY! AH, THAT'S BETTER.

WE'VE EATEN. THANKS.

JILL, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
FOR GOD'S SAKE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

AS WE SAY IN OUR FAMILY,
TOO MUCH MUSTARD GETS UP YOUR NOSE.

YEAH. I'D HAVE THAT THREE TIMES A DAY IF I COULD,
BUT I'D BE DEAD.

THE INSOMNIAC'S BOYFRIEND, DAVID CLIFTON.

I'VE NOTHING AGAINST THEM.
IT'S JUST, AS I SEE IT,

OH, GOD! IT'S OK, IT'S OK.

READ THE SMALL PRINT ON YOUR CONE-TRACT.