Covid Isolation had gone on and on. It had come and gone and then gone on and on …. and on and on.

Slump couldn’t take solitary confinement anymore and cabin fever had set in. In her delirious state Slump made a break for freedom.

Wearing only her spotty knickerbockers, a frilly bra, stripy tights and a satin cape, she ran down her suburban street yelling: “I’m the king of the world. Wibble Wibble. Here’s Johnny!”