The Rat With the Thorn In Her Side "And when you want to live, how do you start?"
Thursday is the new Friday, and as such it’s painful to get up and get moving on the stair-stepping. It was an evening of spicy Asian soba noodles and very good white wine. I’ve given up temporarily on Marnie’s knee-slaps while I learn the Thriller dance. I will now go and do it. Then sleep. And pretend I can have a lovely lie-in.