Between blotch and blok

Was logged in. Clicked through from email to delete comment spam and was told to log in. Which failed. Repeatedly. (I did wonder if this was a case of the dodgy "T", but since I persuaded the upstairs mogs not to sleep or walk on the keyboard the offending letter is working no worse than any other key.)

So, back with a brand spanking new--and even longer-- password. Sighs.

And in other news: in bed with a temperature that provoked uncontrollable shivering overnight. And giggles. M very disturbed that sickness bad enough for the ravens to reach for the (Alzheimer's preventing?) Nurofen should also prompt laughter (and wandering down the garden in the middle of the night 'cos I couldn't remember penning in the galliform gals).

And in other, other news: brain, swept free of healthy concerns, is writing poetry at me. (And ideas for the zombie cats.)