Chuck Noland had WILLLSOOOOON, the handball. I have a plush toy. A squid I got in Japan last year. And I named the fella Mr Morton. For no good reason. But I thought the fella looked rather serious, hence the Mr.
Maybe I am already Cockoooooo, but I hope to have some "normality" in my life during the lockdown. So, Mr Morton and I have business lunches. We prefer Al Fresco, so we take our food on the tiny balcony.
While he is a good sounding board and easy to please when it come to food selections, he is not much of a talker though. Could be shyness?
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