At Last

I got to sleep at 3am, thanks to the dick-splash who cut a two foot hole in the roof of my husband’s place of employment, entered and tripped the alarm before scarpering empty-handed. HOWEVER this did mean a lot of organising stuff that now sticks me ahead (almost) of the game, and once I’ve exercised it is BACK TO POETRY.

So, as there’s enthusiasm to exercise for the first time since Sunday, TIME TO GO.