I suppose the title says it all.
I am halfway through a Monte Christo No 2.
Listening to Brain Damage from The Dark Side of the Moon.
The Port is a Taylors Tawny. I dont recall the year but it is exquisite.
Eight minutes past midnight on a friday evening.
The good lady has gone to bed, the children are all happy and healthy. My nearest and dearest are all in a good place.
All is well in my world.
Peace to you all. Except the silly murderous twats that think Jesus/Mohammed/whatever will save your sad insipid ass.
Carry on.
