"Coffee begins to pour"

there's blood on the shoe, it will not do

We didn't manage to go camping last weekend. It seems we might have burnt our boats with quite a few of the sites in the Hertfordshire area. I miss camping in February. I might go sleep on my roof. St. Albans stirs gently in the winter breeze. The Bee Hive has gradually been sliding downhill for the last few years, but the tide really tipped within the last six months, and, gently oiled, down London Road it proceeded. There was a nice couple of weeks when you could lean out of the side window and collect your order from H&H 2. So we found ourselves in the Hare and Hounds, which has become buzzingly popular due to the paint fumes and price rises. We did go into the Bee Hive on the way home, and Nick left through the fire exit to go and look around the deserted Odeon.

so sleepy recently,

perhaps i have ME

going to make curry