..yep, the night Herne the Hunter is supposed to ride the skies with his hounds, picking up any souls that happen to be straggling around late. Also, the fun and games of getting all the xmas decorations down, packed away, and shoved back in the attic for another year. And now the dead grey days of January begin.
Last night saw the consumption of six cigarettes, one pint of cider, and most of a bottle of chardonnay.
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