I woke with a start. It was a hellish nightmare. I was being smothered. Restrained and gasping for breath I kicked away the covers and sat bolt upright to realise that it was only the Tipster giving me hugs. GET OFF ME, you big hair beast.
(Good to see ya, Tips. I read somewhere you weren't feeling all that sproingy lately. Hope it's turning around for you)
I've just been looking at the storm in Melbourne pics on line - boy, youse lot sure took a hammering. Saw one photo where some funny bugger scooped a pile of hail into a corner and plonked four stubbiess into the ice. Never miss an opportunity to get your beer nice and cold...
I'm off to the Clean Up Australia gig in a couple of hours - will report back later.
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