Stork Grooming

Title somewhat cribbed from the poem "Hawk Roosting" by Ted Hughes.  Although there is no poem about the stork to follow.  Mainly because a stork ain't no hork.

I do hope you'll forgive me.

I'm more than a little brain dead after another full on day.  I almost got away at 4 and then the telphone rang "Can you do this, that and the other before you go home?" 

Cue another hour of toiling.

Tomorrow will be more of the same.

Ha-ha.