Mah lamb is almost betteur.

This is just as well, as today ah ‘av la dance lesson with le renowned dance instructeur ‘oof ‘efner.

‘oof ‘efner is actually L’Uncle. This is ‘is stage name.

First ‘e ‘as le chat to Uzzeurr Muzzeurr;
‘are you quoite sure the boy is ready for thees?’ ‘e say.
Of course ah am.

‘Eet’s just that oi don’t want to end up with him hopping round loike a one legged kookaburra on steroids again’.
This is getting boring, ‘urry up L’Uncle ah think, ah ‘ave not got all day.

Ah floss mah teef of ‘is berm while ah wait.
On and on ‘e go in Asutralian which no one understand.
Ah ‘ave no idea why Uzzeurr Muzzeurr even botheur to listen to ‘im.

Then, ah desard, to see if ah can climb oveur ‘im.
‘e is so busy talking Australian ah do not think ‘e will even notice.

‘e does.
Buggeurr.

‘Son,’ ‘e say, ‘oi ‘ave ‘ad it up to here with you’.
‘Where?’ ah yell back at ‘im, ‘where exactly ‘ave you ‘ad it up to?’

‘This is not a game yer beeg hairy Tosser,’ ‘e reply, ‘oi mean it’.

‘Well L’Uncle, that is quite interesting because ah ‘ave ‘ad it up to ‘ere with you’.

‘Besards which, it is TOSSEURR, ah am ler Tosseurr from le long line of ‘airy French Tosseurrs’.

‘A long line of French Tossers you say?’

Suddenly, ‘e stop and look at Muzzeurr ‘oo is watching us with her disapproving look.
Ah try to ‘ide be’ind ‘im.

‘Persil, you know perfectly well that Zephyr is NOT french,’ she mutteur.

eh eh eh, once again L’Uncle is in big trouble and ah am not.