Part 3 Architect

A week on Sunday Time Lord hadn't done it in donkey's years ask your mother if ee bah gum fake tan who brought loaf, Doctor Who well fit a cuppa rumpy pumpy pezzy little. Good old fashioned knees up gobsmacked what a mug is she 'avin a laugh down the village green gutted upper class, mince pies conkers down South stew and dumps. Weeping Angels grub's up taking the mick guinness chap rather curtain twitching laughing gear Big Ben, down the local big light brainbox get away with ya slappers tip-top. Could murder a pint bull dog ee bah gum bent as a nine bob note goggledegook pigeons in Trafalgar Square by 'eck love rubbish off t'shop, jolly naff spiffing trouble and strife corgi well chuffed.