It’s almost two thirty in the morning.

Why am I still awake?  It’s not like there’s anything worth watching on telly, I don’t feel like playing anymore Rebel Strike this evening, sorry, morning, and I am still reasonably full of rather nice Chinese food from a lovely meal with the Bennetts and Delahays.

There’s a lovely warm, possibly snoring, but soft and nice girl in my bed and my eyes are tired.

The only reason I can see for being awake is because I don’t have to get up tomorrow, it’s my turn to lay in!


My life; it’s excitement I bring to you.

Glad you looked in now, yes?