…by the powers that love me.
To stop “knocking my pipe out” and rest.
Thank you, says I. I’ll sit at the kitchen table and watch a series (made from the late Ruth Rendell novels, starring a man whom, if I’d met him many decades before I was born, I might’ve “knocked my pipe out” for.)
Mean. Moody. Magnificent.
Schwoon vibe times……………………….?
SLAP.
Meanwhile. Back in reality :