Happy New Year!...
Slight pause for a considered breath of reflection and remorse. Where the hell have I been!
Let's just say that I was unavoidably and almost indescribably detained by one of my regular triangular attacks of lassitude, lethargy and lasso practice.
All over and behind me now. I've discovered that the squeak of the hippopotamus is equal to the sum of the squeals on the other two sidewalks.
In short ("Yes, do keep it short" I hear you saying) I am ready and willing to proffer my coming-of-age #Cooker for your untrammelled delight.
'Ere 'tis. It concludes with one of those anthemic track type thingys.
Continued thanks for the attention from your tympanic cavities and eustachian tubes.