For once I thought I shall live dangerously and blog online after the witching hour. What does that mean exactly? Is it after midnight? Do witches go to bed then? Well here I am with not a soul (I can't find it, courtesy of Rubes messy washing machine) to play with.

Everyone has gone to the moon/bed/petrol-siphoning with a jerry can?

There's a strange noise coming from next-door. Sounds squeaky: fancy window cleaning with a chamois at this time of night!!

.......THE NEXT MORNING.....

Did I dream that somebody put crisps in a washing machine? Must have done. (Opens windows to let out the stale baccy smoke and throws a Judy Garland song sheet in the big, black, nasty, darth vader lookee-likey bin).

Let the force be somewhere over the rainbow indeed!