Neurons are on the warpath, fighting for attention, because I've just been cajoled (as if I needed cajoling) into producing colour (yes, real, Rajasthani Georgia Brown COLOR!) for a series of English books. I thought they would have to be black-and-white to keep costs down. It means more toil, but without the hardship. What can be better than being handed a modest shedload for what you like doing anyway. So, this weekend, I'm filling pantomime slippers with bubbly, aim the flame-thrower at a regiment of candles, draping the patio with fairy lights (I once designed for Quandt Originelle in Hamburg - look up their Wild Animals and other designs by Jim Edmiston) and inviting my partner and some people I optimistically call friends for a small period of assimilation of alcoholic moisture.
Still casting half a tearful eye at the orphaned lyrics at the end of the table, but maybe some kind foster band will rap at the door and whisk them off to happy-ever-after land.
Have a lovely weekend.
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