Behind The Wall Of Sleep

Evening all.

Having a quiet, somewhat lazy evening tonight.

Numerous cups of coffee consumed, curled up on the sofa, the fire is crackling and spitting merrily and the glare from the idiot's lantern has drawn me like a moth to the televisual flame.

Soon I shall retire to bed and possibly read a little of an old favourite before closing my eyes and departing to the land of nod as Swift called it all those years ago.

night all.


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