September 18th, 2012



is it that when I think to myself 'Right!  Time for bed, so I can rise bright and early tomorrow!'  I inevitably find myself having to do something like scrub paintbrush cleaner off a furiously growling and savagely angry Bungle? 

I think the Bungle is OK, having been scrubbed enthusiastically under the tap. Right. Now I AM going to bed.