I feel as though I've been waiting for this wave to dump on me for the past few months.
So I've been trying to wade to safety on shore using empty ice-cream cartons to keep
I must be nearly there, no ice-cream in the freezer and Domino's shares are falling.
It seems to have been a long miserable winter.
Don't give up on me, I'll be back
in full glorious colour and thanks to the ice-cream, in wide screen.
Meanwhile read the comments on my last post, written by the golden
poet Lord Robbert of the Western Lands.