Must be on a mixer (again,lol)....I have no 'effing idea what I am trying to do here.
I guess it's just my brain ticking over, telling me: "go to bloody bed, stupid hippy!"
Not smelling the way I am at the moment, I won't.
Shower....bed....vague murmers of a lost world of opulence quietly bellowed into my pillow....driving my poor suffering wife into a frenzied outburst of words (which, alas....I cannot repeat here)
Wherever you are.....whatever you are, dear reader....sleep like a maniac.
Oh aye....and rock 'n' roll!! ;)
