Oops

Yesterday ended late and today began early, which is not a good combination, and perhaps if yesterday had finished later, or even more likely earlier, things might have not come so close to being shaped like a pear.

( Aye, very like a pear )

The End is Nigh

It's 8.30, it's pissing it down and I'm about to trudge with holey shoes to pay thirty-five quid to drink in my local.

Heigho.

Sounds too windy to risk an umbrella.

Happy new year folks