Good morning to all of you hot todgers, hot bodgers and courteous clits.
Tea and toast is up for grabs; would the person who drapes his/her unwanted strands of Seville orange around the rim of the jar please desist as I have seen one or two of you (yes you know who you are) flicking said strands across the room once they harden.
Scraping them off the ceiling is no mean feat you know.
There is a black bird (of the feathered variety, before you start with the
s and the
s ) in the garden making a valiant effort to start the dawn chorus.