No biting

'His Highness the Earl of Education is coming today Minx, be nice.'
'I am nice' I said.
'You know what I mean' the boss said.
Oh dear, cut off my tongue with a blunt and rusty knife, I'm going to have to behave all day.

I managed, until lunchtime, to keep my lips pure and clean and only let slip one minor indiscretion concerning a cucumber. I avoided His Highness like the plague lest I should let slip the words of a trooper and I didn't let out one snipey comment to a soul. I was gooder than good and was feeling quite righteous by the end of the afternoon. A clean mouth is really rather pleasant. I am nice, I'm really nice.
After a staff a meeting tonight the boss asked:
'Are you all right Minx? You seem a little off colour today, not quite yourself.'

Grrrrr. Tommorrow I bite!