Or at least, I feel like I'm running flat out. Trying to get the inside artwork for my What's the Time, Mr Wolf? book ready to take to Lunnon the day after tomorrow. Gasp, pant, phew. A self-imposed deadline, I hasten to add. I mean, it's not like there's a big Dish in hot pursuit, at least not if you factor out the Domestic Debt, the impending Festive Season, the Next Project In Line, the Diminishing Number of Years Left of Functioning Eyesight....
Oh, shut up, Spoon. Just keep running, right?
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Go, Spoon, go!
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