“Christopher Robin, my feet are sore”

Just quickly, before I forget, I felt I should mention this little insight into the Space Cadet's psyche.

The title of this post is something I heard him say this afternoon, quite out of the blue, as he walked past my window. I had until now been only partially convinced that he was talking to himself, hoping against hope that he was just on the phone at all times, even when showering. But this is so bizarrely out there that I now not only worry for his sanity but also worry for my safety because when I see him next I am so worried I will start laughing which will in turn prompt him to beat the shit out of me.