I suppose you all thought that I was busy writing the next Pulitzer prize winner, lazing in suds to my shoulders with champaign and sweet music, or chasing a new batch of Toyboys.

You didn’t?

Good.

I had a very mundane day of household chores while hoping for inspiration to strike, alas inspiration did not make even the slightest appearance over the fence.  Perhaps I had it in the wrong order…

Sweep, dust, wash and polish!

Never mind,  I am sure to be back to normal in the morning.