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... Because my brain's tired.

One of those days where you sit down to write and the phone rings.

And this happens just enough times for you to think the Cosmic Joker's
'avin' a larf at your expense.

Then the neighbour's builder rings the doorbell, muttering about the neighbour.

Followed, after just long enough to sit down, by the neighbour himself, muttering about the builder.

And d) and e) ...
And before you know it, it's been suppertime already, and now it's it's bedtime and you haven't said 'Happy Friday' to anyone, never mind everyone.

And the red wine forecast was....wrong!

Happy Weekend One and All.