It was a nasty look. It made me feel as if I were something the dog had brought in and intended to bury later on, when he had time.
And so the merry party began. It was one of those jolly, happy, bread-crumbling parties where you cough twice before you speak, and then decide not to say it after all.
I had one of those ideas I do sometimes get, though admittedly a chump of the premier class.