Tonight

I think it'll be another Charles Dickens night, but I don't know yet what I'm going to watch. I'm starting to do the things I enjoy, and that is a sure sign that the black cloud has blown away. I know it's wickedly extravagant but, tired as I am, I might pop dahn the rub-a-dub for a cheeky half. I won't go in if there's music though. I've heard so much music this weekend, and don't think my nerves could stand any more.