After wasting more money in Sainsbury's I came home to a mental Monty. The first class clown had some sort of fluff upon his person, all over his hairy chops it was, I later discovered he'd managed to open a grubby cupboard and therein lie!.
What a love he is...

So after wiping away the aforementioned fluff, much to the chagrin of the Mont meister I have to say, I had a cucumber sandwich.
Then after all that I marinated some small chicken thighs for tomorrow, gelled up my hair and then wrote a fine piece of erotica.
The two aren't linked.

The night is so young and I'm listening to Soul tunes in my much loved much neglected office. Isn't it odd how the things we love the most are the things we feel we can dis the most? Just a thought.

So now with a longish evening ahead of me I'll spruce myself up with more creams, I do love creaming myself, especially on a Thursday.

I hope I sleep better tonight because the past two nights have been awful and I look terrible.
Or is it the other way around?

New Born Day

With the night time animals fed and silent, I remove the blue plate from behind the Rosemary bush and breathe in the tender air of a bright new born day.

Armed with a fearsome handbag, a ten shilling note and a bucketful of cakes I'm orf on a jolly jaunt to London.
Will no doubt arrive rattled but excited, will no doubt be force fed microwaved Risotto and will no doubt be overjoyed to see my most favourite people on earth, Mum and Dad.
If and it's an awfully huge if, if I have the energy I'll post a few lines about it tonight.
Toodle Pip!