Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair.

On my way home.

This is a cemetery watch tower dating back to the days of Burke & Hare and the horrible crime of body snatching. Presumably desperate men raided graveyards to sell fresh corpses to the medical researchers. You'd have to be worse than skint to think that a good money making proposition surely.

I am off to eat chicken in black bean sauce with boiled rice.

Blessings on all blippers and may your lottery numbers do better than mine.