There are So Many Possibilities

I have the night to myself, alone and without anything pressing to do. I could listen to music or make some, read or write, drink tea or vodka, or invite round a friend for nostalgia, gossip and...well, you know me well enough by now.

So what do I do? I sit and sniff. I sit with the dogs in front of the fire, my head full of cotton wool, my nose full of water, my voice reduced to a whisper. That's right, I've got another bloody cold. Humpf.

Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible. In the meantime, here's a cute young man with muscles.