I don't want to get back into the ring!

These gloves are glued to my knuckles.

So I was back at the home parish, but now that Mr. B. is gone, the floors aren't being scraped properly. Argh! Nobody was there because everybody travels, but the Copts were around. They know Mr. S. from the Shoreland 'cause they're from Chicago and it's a small world. I didn't talk to them afterwards, I had to roll [with the punches]. One too many blows to the head!