Looking out a dirty old window

Just some of me 'martoes hunkering down in the boiler room/laundry room/dog's room, keeping out of the nasty wind.

A dirty window is a metaphor for intellectual frustration.
Apparently
(Have I said that before on a blip entry?)

I hope the dog isn't intellectually frustrated.

Anyway, I'm going to go to sleep now. At least I bloody hope I am. I had terrible insomnia last night and ended up going downstairs at 3.30am and making bread, drinking tea and writing job lists. I also managed to do a bit of reading which was lovely. In fact it was all lovely but I need sleep. Badly.