I have been remiss I know, silent but quite frankly shagged out beyond all recognition. I feel my fingers are punching the keyboard as if I have hooves for hands - in fact hooves in boxing gloves. Hooves in boxing gloves, tied together with liquorice. Did I spell that right? I hate the stuff anyway......
Paul is ok - jaundiced, tired, slightly confused but not running temperature. He's ok.
You know what? I thought I would attempt a blog tonight but these hooves are really getting in the way. The hooves and the head that is lolling scarily close to the monitor.
Will def try again tomorrow x