I’ve got the kettle bout ready to click off. The inside of my right elbow has been giving me the Tom Chesticles all night. Have had an interrupted rest ( won’t call it sleep) and decided 20 minutes ago to just get up and get organised for work.
I could just say Stuff it! but if I get going at 6.30 am I’ll be back on the lounge by 11-11.30 am and tomorrow’s weather isn’t that nice. ———
NoBo, I pity the fool who may accidentally rub ya the wrong way down da Biggy Smoke.
