What's in a Bollock?

This is the last of this series. So if you haven't sent your email and you've got a burning question, you're going to have to sit it out through the summer. But do send it in. We will get right. The autumn. Russet leaves clogging up our straits. Tiny apples rolling around again clogging upOur straits. Just the general sense that things are being clogged. When you send an email, you must give thanks to that postmasters that came before. Good morning postmaster. Anything for me? Just some old shit. Like a robot chewing a horse. Tippy a horse. My beautiful horse. Okay, time to read your emails