TV trance

I bloody hate SpongeBob Shit Pants, but he is a great off switch.

Back after an epic London trip of two back to back trade shows.

Once again on returning from being away, it appears no one in the house knows where any of the crockery or cutlery lives, how the washing machine works, or where the shop is for things like bread and milk.

Thankfully I had put wine in the fridge before I left.