I was woken somewhat violently by the horrendously loud
I was up in a moment for fear of waking the whole house, fumbling for the 'off button and amazingly my mind

seemed sharp(ish). As I meandered my way downstairs, bleary eyed I had a bloc post ready and mentally written, all I had to do was make myself an utterly indispensable cup of strong coffee and beat my father to the computer. I was cooking with gas!
Coffee was made, Tilly was fed, my father was yet to be seen and so feeling pleased with myself I sat down at the computer and hit the 'go' button. The machine sprang
Two hours later and still not a hint of what my post was to be about, hence this 'non' post....good God! This is age really settling in, I don't even have the excuse that I spent a heavy night on the tiles or that I didn't sleep, for I slept well unusually. Nope, this is the horror that is 'old', the proof positive that the years are catching up with me and poking me hard in the eye to make sure I at least remember that!
Hey ho....it's Friday, Friday's are good (to the best of my memory) so I'm getting outta here for a weekend of drunkenness and debauchery (hey, I can dream) in an effort to rest and re-invigorate my weary mind....have a good one guys.


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