Memo: The Scribendis are on holiday. Quill, the basset hound, is watching the office, and Pachanga, next door, is watching Quill. Sandy, from the NoStik temporary help agency will handle your inquiries.
The Scribendis, by now, not travellers by nature, will have become tired of the 401. They will be tired of stopping for coffee and gas at bright and gritty service centres. Tired of meeting in the parking lots forest green minivan-loads of grumpy and rumpled families yawning and pulling the inseams of their shorts into place. Mr. and Mrs. Scribendi do not wear shorts. Outer shorts.
They will be relieved when they come to the Guppville off ramp. Until then.
(July 2002)