Ether is the new lozenge; you’ll find it labelled under lounge.
In the library they are reading Boudicca’s Cumbrian Crown.
Her heart is on her sleeve semi-colon her art is in her mouth full stop
The headlines made the locals cry; “I couldn’t breathe for ether.”
“It breaks your effing heart, it does. What a waste of ether.”
“Who ate all the chuffing ether?”
and this to the editor.
I found the BBCs coverage of Boudicca exhaustive! But, beneath her royal crown, her spoon of bone, her coat of arms,
her breath upon the ether, her blahblahblah, etc, Her Majesty brings only lozenges not lemons.
Rev. W. Houston-Bay.