Plans.

Today is nearly over and

I haven’t made a post.

And now I’m feeling peckish

So I’ll make a piece of toast.

And then I’ll go and have a bath

To wash away the grime -

Prepare me for the early hours,

My winding downing time.

I’ll get that little bottle down

And have a drop of booze.

And then I’ll take myself to bed

For more than just a snooze.

Today I’ve been the sort of busy that precludes the contemplation of deep and meaningful things. Rain is forecast for tomorrow, so who knows where my mind will end up? Watch this space if you’ve got nothing better to do.

Actually, the bottle is quite big. Litres are cheaper pro rata.