A Random Encounter.

It’s 2 o’clock in the morning and I want another piece of toast.

Put the bread away, Jeffrey.

‘No.’

Do it.

Put the spread back in the fridge, Jeffrey

‘No.’

Do it.

And so I do. It hurts, but I obey because I don’t want to get fat. I mean, it wouldn’t look good, would it, if a Flying Apsara came flying through the window one dark December night and I resembled Bibendum?

So what’s a Flying Apsara? One of these:

 

I came by the information through encountering an absolute jewel of a lady on YouTube of all places. Strange, but true.