Doing her bidding

Everything's been on hold this evening while the seconds ticked by on Ebay. Sweep. As an axe-wielding rock god. On a t-shirt. She won.

I've been passing the time by thinking about Window Box Squirrel. He's gone missing again. She doesn't care. She's getting ready to set up the netting and gun turrets again. Spring has sprung and plants are growing. Pah.

Would I like one of these? Would it be better in jelly babies?

Jelly babies

She appears earlier than I expected. She's taken the afternoon off. "Happy Valentine's Day" she says in tone that suggests drowned kittens. She's bought "The essential Leonard Cohen" and a party bag of jelly babies. She disappears off to bed with a hot water bottle. I'm not complaining. I didn't have much planned for the afternoon. A bit of light thinking. But the mood is changed and I can't concentrate. If I was Kate Moss, what would I be doing right now? Don't know. Are sock puppets are charming manifestation of folk art or button eyed freaks coming here to take our jobs and steal our women? Hum. My head feels a bit fizzy. Why spam? No good. All together now "Suzanne takes you down ..."