Today was Bland, short and finished with Glee.

I pretended to be a large piece of machinery
and trudged all day.
I procured my apprentice, threw some treez around
then traveled to MY ground.
My Empress can still see the Boy this Man can Be.
And then I had my head in a Cloud....

Or maybe it was the 2417 15 gallon bucketz I carried to the Moat?

M-B

BLah..
After yesterdayz sweet rain Moaty got excited, thinking a downpour would top-up the Moat.
The level is down, the mud is odourous and the Mystical Mullet
keep getting stuck, crazed fish that they are.

Alas, I must start carting buckets of water from the neighbouring well, 57km away.

I trust this will please my Empress..... S)

M-B




p.s.
He wasn't good enough for her
;P

What an interesting little town in deed, I think I shall enjoy 
staggering around here, until the Plod and various Inspectors tell me to leave...
;P