Sparks

So, welcome plain old Mr Fred. I've invited him in to sit with me beside the fire and toast some muffins. I'm his only friend now, and I'm not about to desert him like those other fairweather friends. Besides, he owes me a bloody fortune so I'm allowed to keep him as my court clown. He'll be brought out at the end of meals and my guests will laugh uproariously as he stands there in his donkey outfit and dunce cap. I shall make him dance and sing the filthiest of limericks set to music of my choosing. That'll bloody learn him.
Tonight however I'm leaving him here and stepping out. Tis Wednesday and the working week is more than half done. Time for refreshments - the weekend starts here!