whatho | I do not wish to think of a title, thank you.

My father has new glasses.

He looks a bit like Herr Flick.

I am slightly scared.

Number 9 is developing secondary leaves. I was wrong. Go Number 9.

Number 6 is not developing secondary leaves. Come now, Number 6. Pull yourself together.

Runtface is still in the game and has the love of all who know him.

My CD player has decided to excise Simon from the Simon and Garfunkel tracks. I do not know why. Garfunkel sounds very lost and poignant warbling Peggy-O on his own.

I am going to see Pierrepoint tonight. It is about hanging, of course. But it has Timothy Spall in it. Which is a good thing.

I have consumed all the rice pudding in the house.

Apart from the dried pudding rice. That would be freaky weird.

I am now going to drink apple juice. Do not attempt to stop me.

Whatho.