It's that time of year again...

Many of us are left in total bewilderment regarding certain happenings across the pond (from my side) or across state lines (from the other side) or across the universe (from Chongo's side), so here's a place to chill, hang, and other things ending with out, all on Bert's card.

The place has been de-loused, de-furred, de-scaled and de-corated, the sign saying 'wet paint' is an observation and a warning, not an instruction. The decks have been swabbed (cultures are being examined in the lab as I type), the bar polished, the barbeque scoured, the chairs reupholstered (I went for wipe clean leather) and the beams dusted (for prints if nothing else). Even the squid was put through the car wash.

So come on in, pull up a chair, pour a drink and make mine a large one please, the anti-biotics have finished and I still feel like crud!

LTS