Monty is in the bath but it's me who's in a lather.
I've had an exceptionally tiring day, what with banging my head against a brick wall and squeezing blood out of the proverbial stone, I've just about had enough!
But as Scarlett O'Hara said 'Tomorrow is another day'.
So bugger it. She didn't say bugger it, I did.
I've written a half decent poem and will be post it tomorrow; can't do it now on account of not knowing where I've put it.
And so on that idiotic note I head for bed.
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