Fred is in the garden hacking away at the potato plant and they come flying off.
Fred has become incessant of late in wearing his green tracksuit bottoms all day.
Fred has taken to watching the most ludicrous serial comedy on Tuesday nights and he laughs himself sick when they perform the most usual of tasks on a daily basis.
At night, I'm sure Fred recalls the comedy in his sleep as he retells of events during his outspoken dreams. Of course there are a million irritating habits that he brings.
Fred thinks he's a 'forest' man. He thinks he can talk about it as one who has had experience, he thinks he can meddle in the forest, and he thinks I see him as an expert in the field. And guess what, I do not. Fred knows nothing of the forest.
