Very quick post everyone; I have a bed today; goodness knows why I am so excited they are hardly Malmaison or even Travel Lodge. In readiness Stewart clipped my hair this morning down to number one. Yesterday I vacced it rather than washed it but today it had to go. I am afraid I look nothing like Sinead O Connor, more like that fat chap Lucien Freud used to paint, Lee Bowry was it or if I am really truthful it's Gollum I most resemble.
So I will slither around my bed muttering "my precious, my precious" and watch out for the fires of Mordar.
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