The Bog Portraits

And so.. The deep clean commences; cracking tracks echoing throughout the great space motivating us along ;

Pink for sink, blue for loo, and so it went on relentlessly deep into the day.

But as evening sunk in it was time into venture to the village to clink glasses with the good Sir Tommytots to send him on his way. We'd only intended to stay for a few demis, but somehow it escalated: . A great bunch of dancing ladies were stomping about the place throwing limbs + lashings as if no one was watching; wondrous I thought, as I etched in gradually embarking on a befriending mission. By 1am we were enjoying raucous dance comps between groups and by 2am we were boisterously betting on who would win the next one on Friday when we'd reconvene for the finale.

"Where've you been all season?" I pleaded

"Here!" they replied in unison; "where have you been all season?"

Bum.