Miss Pampuria and Mr Turing, how are you both on this fine Caturday?
Turing: It’s too hot to live
Pampuria: Try surviving in my floof! You know nothing of suffering!
Turing: Yes I do because you’ve claimed the spot in front of the fan since this morning!
Pampuria: I’m the lady here, and ladies go first
Turing: But I’m baking!
Pampuria: Turing your whinging is giving me a headache
Turing: Well I have no choice now but to sit in the ice bucket Gramps is making for the champagne
Pampuria: What? Why? Where? Are they celebrating something without me?
Turing: No I think Gramps broke a thing again and Daddy is very displeased
















