Right. There has been a shower. There has been bacon.

I think I might live.

That was fun.

Zorro had a great time in London on Friday night despite being recognised at Liverpool Street Station. Luckily a cheeky lift of the hat and whirl of the cape confused the pointy-finger pointing group and Zorro managed to escape before any goons arrived.

However, one should start at the beginning, no? ( NO CAPES!!! )

But it's so HOT!!!

Melting from the saunter down to Texaco to get the mince for the chilli I'm cooking for the venerable aunt tomorrow night.

It's really odd. The lilacs are actually around at the right time this year. Usually they're all over and done by now, but now I keep seeing purple spears here and there and remembering.

TRUTH! JUSTICE! FREEDOM! REASONABLY PRICED LOVE! AND A HARD BOILED EGG