Rat Number One.

Friday, and I feel like Rat Number One.

My brain doesn't work anymore. It's as if it has been removed from my head and sliced.

Rat number one's also got dyed and mounted on slides.

According to the careful pencil marks it was on the 19th of June 1974.

An interesting epitaph for a rat I guess.

I was hoping to get back out to see some folks down in the pub but I just don't have the energy.

At least it's the weekend.

Looking forward to enjoying taking my wee girls to see the Christmas lights and German market over the weekend.

Apologies for the weak blip. Just worn out from the rat race.