Tyger

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Blake

More poetry today - how cultured am this?

This is a little plastic cup in the kitchen at work - it's used to hold pencils and pens.

Thank goodness Thursday is done and dusted. I think it's probably fair to say that the weekend has its motor started and it'll be hoving into view any time now. Might as well make sure that you are ready for it.