This is an open thread if you want to jot any thoughts down.
I am not feeling my best. This morning I had a "minor" surgery. The procedure was scheduled for 20 minutes but an hour and a half later the surgeon finally managed to remove a small tumour (benign) from my bonce. He managed to slice through a blood vessel and my claret was all over the small theatre. After a couple of minutes of this the place looked like a butchers shop.
If anyone wants to send any "Get Well" blondes, let me know. I will email you the address of a seedy hotel near Ranty Barracks.
Otherwise, my floor is yours.
A word, if I may, about foul language: knock yourself out. There may be awards for the most colourful swears.
In case you were curious about how your unbending author voted, I had to choose one of these:
Have a stab at guessing who got my X*. I will (eventually) cave in and tell you the answer.
*Can anyone tell me why we write the X with a pencil?