And so it came to pass that the cats stayed up yowling all night and Newt did get very little sleep.
And the Lady of Smethurst had to catch the early train to Milton Keynes, for whcih she was not pleased, at quarter to the severn.
Therefore all things did conspire to have Mr Newt have a long (8 1/2 hours) day at work. All stages of sleep deprivation where passed though, from feeling warm and cuddly, to scaty and dogtired. But a great deal of work was done, in fact the back of the work was broken.
Which was all very goodly…for I’m of to Convulsion on Friday.
YAY ! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY ! YAY! YAY!