As is usually the case when I haven’t written for a while, I’m not sure how to begin. I suppose the only way to do it is to start typing in the hope it loosens the rusty tap of my brain and allows the brackish water of the reservoir of my mind to start dripping, errm, brackishly on to the dry parchment of the virtual page.
Excellent.
In a rubbishy, pompous kind of a way.
Perhaps I’d be better off going for something a little simpler and more Sesame Street.
Today’s post is brought to you by the number 21! And quite possibly the letters W, T and F!