I had just walked in the door (ouch!) when my perceptionist, Helen Wheels said: “Keep your rain gear on Santa, this is going to slay you.
Something buggy is going on out at the Whiplash place.
Old Horace and his daughter Ginny have been drinking.
He’s throwing cats and she’s letting the fur fly.”
I turned around and was heading for that door again when Helen said: “And P.I.”
“Take a pun, fully loaded.”
“Are you kidding?
You know How Ginny hates my jokes.”
“Yes, but I hear the old man keeps more than cigars behind his Humour Door.”