lady_t_220

Last night seemed to be comprised of pretty much nothing but Very interrupted sleep.
I'm anticipating some world-class napping a little later on, and maybe some equally world-class movie-watching.
The boywonder is home today, so I may try and grab him between business phonecalls and badger him to put my light fitting up. He seemed to intimate he knew what he was doing. I just hope he actually does. (Otherwise I'll have to wait till either Richard or Paul next visit, because it's just disgustingly useful having a qualified electrician in the family... even if it is extended family, technically...)

That said, it's nearly time for me to leave once more. As the saying goes:

Benson: Gentlemen, we've waited a long time to hear this. In exactly five hours and 17 minutes, we hit the enemy toast.

Block: I think that's the enemy coast, sir.

Benson: Huh? Coast? That'll take a little more planning. But it doesn't matter...

I on the other hand will be scouring the enemy toast. Mostly because I've never known anyone make as much kitchen mess just making breakfast as my grandmother does. :P