I have some good news and bad news.
The good news is that Mrs. Jones will lend us Mr. Jones’ projector but the bad news is that as the coloured slides of glass to go with it were in Mr. Jones’ back pocket at the time of his accident she can only provide the shattered remains. This is obviously a set back but Mr. Biggins in his usual optimistic manner says he’ll work round it.
I did mention to him that a projector shining through tiny fragments of shattered glass is likely to give the impression that Mr. Ross has contracted bubonic plague or at best had a severe flare up of acne but Mr. Biggins just shrugged his shoulders and ignored me.
Mr. Biggins says it won’t matter too much because the crash helmet he’s got for Mr. Ross is one of those all-in jobs that cover the head and face completely anyway.
I said it might then prove very difficult for Mr. Ross to speak or even make himself heard from within the confines of said helmet but Mr. Biggins says that’s all right, Mr. Ross can mime along with young Mr. Wallace and old Mrs. Wickham and the whole affair will have a more roundness and fluidity to it with Mr. Ross being integrated seamlessly into the mime.
I do hope Mr. Biggins is right.
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