They are coming for you too, John!

“And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of bloggery.”

Go ahead and laugh, but caffeine is more addictive than any other thing I’ve tried.

Now I must blog, for I am helplessly addicted.

You have forgotten that you were cured. The ECT does that sometimes.

Now, get on with writing your Mills and Boons, and don’t forget my cut. I introduced you after the rehab.

“sat in a circle in a dark dank room in St Patrick’s Institution for the Bewildered. ”

I wondered why I was unable to blog.

Hopefully I might get back to it this week if Granny gives me back my computer.