No, it’s not. Not yet. Sweetie’s asleep waiting for some kind of trickery and here it is still March 31st.
You all just hang on to that Prime Meridian just a little more tightly, would you, for another 24 hours, so the rest of us can skip all this tomfoolery.
I’m off to the pub now to wash down all the chocolate I ate today, amazes the missus how I still manage to keep me figure in shape, wash everything down with Guinness is the secret.;-)
Goodnight all and happy dreams.
Actually it’s just up the street from me Spitty, it’s called “The Halfway Inn”, as soon as I put me foot outside my front gate I’m halfway in, it’s the coming out part that’s the hard bit.
…and limbo are those few seconds or minutes when you first wake up and are pulled between life and the warm, cozy stage in which dreams (or nightmares) are woven…