Only Connect

It's a long drive to the baby shower, but Mrs Hume's car is performing well.

Car seems to be alright, says Sweezus.

Yes, says Mrs Hume. Perhaps I needn't have asked you to come. You looked busy.

It's alright, says Sweezus. I was writing.

How's it coming along? asks Mrs Hume.

It's pretty awesome, says Sweezus. I can't wait to get it finished.

Well, you'll have four hours in the car while I'm at Amy's baby shower, says Mrs Hume.

Lucky I brought some paper and a pen, says Sweezus.

Not the crucifix? says Mrs Hume

No, the boxing frog, says Sweezus.

..........

It's a hot day. Sweezus is parked outside Amy's house in the sun. It's a new suburb and there are as yet no trees.

A stream of women and children enter the house with blue wrapped boxes. The sounds of hilarity float through the open front door.

He gets out his notepad and the boxing frog pen. It's the first time he's used it. Bzzz! Bop, bop! When you press a button the arms of the frog punch the air. That's kind of cool.

Richard the Third doesn't think so.

Richard the Third is not a happye manne.

He wisheth to goe inside the house of Amy, for the daye is hotte.

Butte he must bethinke him of the meanynge of  the nexte sentence of Beyoncé:

'Onley connecte'

What manner of necromancying womman is this Beyoncé?

Shee hath trewe knoweledge of his dedde bones!

How many timmes hath he preyed themme to connecte agayne that he may bee wholle, and rise up fromm the car parke?

 In sooth she is a verye witche!

The eyen of  the kinge fille up with teeres.

Sweezus stops writing. That's enough. He is wringing wet.

Two hours to go, and his water bottle is empty.

He gets out of the car, and rings the doorbell at the front of Amy's house.

Bzzz!