Thursday Morning

Good morning,

The stalkerstat is slavering for an update, so I will oblige.

I slept well again.
Had funny dreams, including dreaming I had to go to Wolvsley to meet the Bishop, and his wife was ever so nice and genuine and she got my name right and told me she had baked a cake, she showed me the cake, which was a bit awesome.
Ah, they make those Bishop's wives in a factory, she looks so like Lou Scott-Joynt, they make them in the three wise monkeys factory.

Anyway, I woke up this morning feeling comfy and relaxed and a bit too hot,
Got up, and the uproar about Butler-Sloss continues.
Well, she's an apologist for the church of england as well as being conflicted in the CSA inquiry, she is so like Dame Steel in her 'I don't care what the survivors think, I am in this case for one reason, to exonorate the wrongdoers at the survivors' expense'.