Oh, cripes, it’s 11pm already. And I have teeth to brush and hair to disentangle and shrieking urban foxes to throw saucepans at from the upstairs windows before I turn into a Cucurbita moschata.
So, denizens of the Internets, any of you that are reading this, that is (hi!) – what shall I burble about next? You tell me, and at the weekend, I shall get out the Hay Festival Limited Edition Coffee-Mug, for there is no prolonged blogging without caffeine, and, indeed, burble. Literarily [Is that a word? It shouldn't be - Ed].