|Time to pay the piper.|
My children have now had ice cream up to their eyeballs. Who knows - it could now rain from here to October. The smug ice cream men have driven away, just like Sylvester McMonkey Mcbean and his money printing machine.
The cool wind returned this week. And with it two gabillion deadlines. So to the grindstone.
Posts may be moderate or poor, occasionally good for the next two months, before eventually clearing.