It Was The Bloody Baboons I Tell You...
I crawled off to bed at 10:15 last night... I am an old man and the weekend had, as I said previously tired me out somewhat. I settled my head for a decent 7 hours, with Radio 4 Extra playing on a timer. My dreams were fevered and in them I heard a screeching bark (no, not my mother). I woke up and there it was for real. A quick look at the clock - 12:37 'SCREECHBARK!' 'SCREECHBARK!' It was a programme on R4E all about bloody baboons - I ask you, 12:30 at night and they play screeching, bleeding apes? Well as you may imagine my night was disturbed... I awoke this morning and found solace in a glass of fizzy multivitamins, a mug of coffee and my iPad. I finally managed to calm my somewhat shattered nerves with a small purchase in the shape of a rather pretty 'Sons Of Horus' Heresy era force for a £200: Two hours later, and I can conform that retail therapy is a definite cure for baboons! TTFN