in other news

Momo's junkpile has been dismantled, poor lad. He is now reduced to digging into the river weed beds in my dad's water treatment plant. Often disappearing under thick reeds, he leaves just a jaunty tail to hint at his presence. I've taken to loitering around the back garden, waiting for him to finally chew through the chicken wire mesh at the bottom and splosh into the treated water reservoir. Who'll be wagging her tail then eh?
Then, I've just wormed my way out of proof reading 44 pages of a bid for dad. I'm not even guilty.
And, I've decided I love scudding clouds.

Well. I didn't promise Shakespeare....