The promises have been forgotten, and once again we’re free to do whatever we want. And what we want to do, most of all, is find something equally innocuous about which to worry.
How inconvenient. How callous are those who forgive one sin and leave us to revisit the list in order to choose another.
Sorry, I’ve been watching the BBC again. Sherlock. That’s what all the Benedict Cumberbatch quotes are about. And the weird language here.
It’s just that midnight is in seven minutes, and I hadn’t said anything yet. Not a lot of time so far to write.
Pop down to the pub for me, will you? Cheerio, quite right, cup of tea then mate. Proper work, boys, thank you ever so.