999

101 is the new 999, well nearly. It's the number to call for the police when it's not too urgent. But 999 is far less fearful than if it's turned upside down revealing the old devil himself.

Anyway, it's my nine hundred and ninety ninth blip entry. Lord knows what I can do for the 1,000th, some rubbish or other I don't doubt.

Today I am again wrapped up to the chin in old plastic milk bottles (well the reconstituted type that become fleece) but tomorrow I'm going to get up on my pins and enter the outside world again. Hooray.