Edward Lear

….was nowhere near ….Scan 87

…then Pete Gutteridge came thru the door in a far from coherent state… he’d not been able to sleep last night after dental surgery and needed herding towards my door (exit) and his┬ábed (entry)….

…completely stuffed my train of thought…

…now I’m peeing green.

….(this doesnt even make a weak attempt at rhyme or rhythm)….

…(apologies to Edward Lear and poets everywhere)